Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Blood is dripping off his fingers and there’s a fuck ton of it.
Shit.
Moving to him quickly, I say, “How bad?”
“Oh, I don’t like giving myself odds, but I’d say pretty bad,” he says with a small grin.
“Grem,” I call out over my shoulder.
“Busy!” Grem shouts right back and I can hear the tension in his voice.
Fuck.
“Whitey, call an ambulance, we’ll figure out—” I say, and then Jude reaches up to grab my shoulder.
“No hospitals,” he growls out as he convulses.
“Fuck,” I say, and I’d really like to pull the fuck away from him, but I can’t.
“Call Simon, he’ll get someone to us,” Jude says before I can feel his fingers letting go of my shoulder.
Grabbing him under the arms, I help him slide down to the floor as easily as I can. “Alright, just keep pressure on the wound. Did it go through?”
Nodding his head, he looks back at the long bloody streak smearing down the wall. “Yeah.”
That’s not good at all.
“Graveyard!” I shout out the door.
Coming through the door, Graveyard quickly looks at me then at Jude.
“You got any experience with gut wounds?” I ask him.
“Enough to know they ain’t fun,” he says as he squats down in front of me.
“Any idea how to stop him from bleeding out?” I ask with a growl.
“Yeah, I’ll see what I can do. Gotta be like a shoulder wound, right?” he asks me and then starts ripping the coat off Jude.
Nodding my head, I watch him for a few seconds before pulling my phone out of my pocket and quickly pushing the contact for Simon.
“Coy,” Simon says.
“Jude’s been shot and needs medical attention immediately but he won’t go to a hospital,” I say without preamble.
“Where in the body?” he asks sharply.
“Stomach and it went out the back,” I say.
“Where are you at?”
Giving him the location of Allie’s house, I wait as he goes completely silent.
A few seconds later, Simon says, “I have a trusted doctor on the way. He’ll be there within a half hour.”
“Got another guy who’s been stabbed the shit out of,” I say, and wince when I hear Simon growl at me.
“What am I supposed to do?” he asks.
“How much to get him stabilized, too?”
“I’ll put it on your tab,” Simon snaps at me.
“Knock some off the price, we got Mikhail,” I say, and hope that’ll leverage him into helping us as fast as possible.
He takes a breath before he asks, “Is he dead?”
“He will be soon enough,” I say, and I already know how it’s gonna happen.
“We need him alive,” Simon says coldly.
“Yeah, well… He ain’t exactly alive enough for questioning,” I say with a small white lie. “Besides, this is a Bastards’s issue to deal with.”
“Are any of his men alive?” he asks angrily.
“Not a one. Jude and Allie took care of most of them,” I say.
“I want the thumbs of all the men there,” he demands, “and any information your wife may have.”
“The thumbs?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says and hangs up on me.
Fucking prick.
“Whitey,” I say and look to the man. “Get the brothers out here. We got somethin’ to do.”
Nodding his head, Whitey says, “Anything else?”
“Yeah,” I say before I mutter, “We gotta get the thumbs off all the dead guys.”
Standing still and watching everything going on around her, Allie lets me wrap my arms around her small, shaking frame. She’s comin’ down from all the adrenaline that was pumpin’ through her body.
“Will Robert be okay?” Allie asks, her voice rough and scratchy.
“Yeah, I’ve got Graveyard with them to make sure of that,” I say as I watch a veterinary emergency van pull away from the house.
“Thank you, Coy,” Allie whispers, burying her face in my chest. “I don’t want to lose him, too.”
“I know, baby,” I say, even if it’s not exactly clear to me who exactly the fuck he is.
“Allie, we’re gonna have a talk when we get home, and you’re gonna tell me every single fucking detail,” I say and lift her chin up so that she’s forced to look me in the eyes. “I mean it, no more lies or holding shit back. We just killed a Russian Bratva guy, shit’s about to get bad if we don’t know everything.”
“Everything, Coy, I promise,” she says and then looks to where the Poster and Grem have dragged Mikhail’s naked body out into the yard. “What are you going to do to him?”
“Do you want to watch?” I ask her.
“What are you going to do?” she asks again.
“Royal Bastards justice,” I say and point to the bikes surrounding him. “We’re gonna send a message by shipping his ass back to his home in pieces.”
We’re going to fucking kill this pile of human fucking waste. The motherfucker who tried to take my Allie from me again.
My heart is fucking slamming in my chest. I know that we aren’t in the clear yet with that big storm cloud that’s still hanging over her head. We’ve got a long road ahead of us, but from now on it will be together.