Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
I can see in through the window that has been shot out, the scene in front of me is infuriating. Calm in the chaos, I learned about that in the Army. It will serve my brother and I well in this very moment. Colton shakes his head, “oh, but fucker, it is.” Thomas Reigns has his back to me but doesn’t speak as my brother continues, “a concern of the Hellions.”
I move to better my position on the front deck causing Reigns to turn his head to me.
The moment his eyes lock to mine, I can read it. The chair, he finds it to be a weakness. He thinks I’m not a threat. He immediately dismisses my presences and turns his attention back to Colton.
“Diem is mine. Do you know what that means in my world?”
“I don’t care what it means. She’s gone.” He shrugs his shoulders looking around the space. I can’t see his face to get a better read. “She’s no bother to your club or to me anymore.”
I watch my brother’s face turn to stone. He hit a nerve. Diem can’t be dead. We aren’t too late. I refuse to believe it. I refuse to give up. Diem and Emmalee will get through this alive. Instincts take over as I ready my gun. I watch Colton move his finger to the trigger of his and adjust slightly as he sends the bullet straight to his target.
The bullet hits him, and his shoulder pulls back before he drops to his knees grabbing for his own firearm. I pull my trigger hitting his hand as he lined up with the back of his waistband. The bullet goes through his hand and into his spine. Exactly as I intended. I want him to suffer. For the pain he’s caused my brother, Diem, and Emmalee. He doesn’t get an easy one shot, one kill, even though both Colt and I are trained to do just that.
Colt moves in on him, “you should care, motherfucker.”
Thomas Reigns unable to get control of himself as Colt handles him, I wheel past them both going right to Emmalee. My hands tremble as I lean down to pick up her hand. My fingers to her wrist, I steady my emotions to focus on her. “She has a pulse. Weak, but it’s there.” Emmalee, fight baby girl, fight. She is most likely in shock since she’s unconscious. Twisting my chair, I move to Diem. She’s alive, her eyes holding onto mine as the blood pools around her. “Hold on Diem. Help is coming,” I try to comfort her.
Having trained in emergency medical services in the military, I know what needs to be done, but being stuck in this chair I can’t get the right position. Frustration builds inside me. Diem and Emmalee are both critical and the odds of them surviving aren’t good.
I go to work trying to get control of the bleeding for Diem. She moves to sit against my chair as I try to get things under control. Relief fills me as I hear the sirens blaring in the distance. I can hear the mufflers of the bikes approaching too. I don’t know that Reigns is paying attention to the sounds given the way he keeps crying out in pain.
Colt continues with Reigns, “Where’s the money? That’s what this shit is about.”
And it is. Thomas Reigns and Paul Van Etten got in bed with the devil himself. O’Leary will be here for his money if he isn’t already. Those two knuckleheads couldn’t have fucked over a more dangerous man except maybe Javier Almanza from the Almanza cartel. He’s as ruthless as they come, but O’Leary and the Irish aren’t far behind him.
Reigns tries to get out of the hot seat. “I told O’Leary. Paul did that shit. I don’t know where the money is. I didn’t take that shit, he did, but set it to make it look like I did.”
“What’s O’Leary got going on in Haywood’s Landing?” Tripp asks entering from the back door with the rest of the brothers hot on his heels. “You can tell us, and we spare you with a bullet to the head to make shit quick, or you can keep quiet, and the cops will be here in three minutes. You go to lock up, O’Leary’s going to end you slowly, painfully, and behind bars.”
Reigns doesn’t say a word studying everyone around him. Some of my brothers go to Emmalee to access her while others come over to me and Diem. The ambulance is almost here, I give a squeeze to Diem’s shoulder. Please, I beg the God above in my head, don’t let them die.
Reigns finally speaks, “O’Leary doesn’t want shit moving through here. In fact, if Paul hadn’t stolen the money Haywood’s Landing never would have seen a single part of O’Leary’s business other than the money I moved for him through my business. He’s never once wanted to come here. We had a system. It worked. Paul set me up.” Before anyone reacts, he spits on the dead body of Paul Van Etten. “Fuckin’ bastard crossed me. Thirty fuckin’ years of trust he threw away to double cross me. He thought he could run my business better than me. He thought wrong.”