Crux Untamed Read Online Tillie Cole (Hades Hangmen #6)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Hades Hangmen Series by Tillie Cole
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Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
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“Ah.” Juan kissed my cheek. “The third member of your little trifecta.” Hush’s eyes were locked on Juan. Garcia looked at the Diablo. “Well well, Angelo. Seems you have found a new home.”

The Diablo raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Seems that way.”

“We always wondered where you had gone.” Juan shrugged, all arrogance as he stared down three men who could kill him in a flash. But then, he knew they wouldn’t shoot. They couldn’t hit him without hitting me. “We could still use a man of your skills, if you wish to return.”

Angelo tilted his head.

“We can forgive you for abandoning the cartel for the Tejano joke that is your little biker gang.”

Angelo shook his head. Hush took that opportunity to try to move to the left. “I wouldn’t,” Juan warned. He pushed the blade into my throat, and I cried out as I felt the sharp edge. I didn’t dare swallow. Hush stilled. Juan’s mouth came to rest on my cheek. I caught a scream in my mouth as his chest rubbed against my wound. “He deserved to die,” Juan said of the Nazi. “I’m the only one who desecrates this skin.”

I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I looked at Hush and Cowboy. “Please . . .” Their gazes set on mine. “Go.” They didn’t move. But I knew Garcia had no one left to help him or he wouldn’t be threatening my life. They could get out. I knew I was always going to end up here again. “Go,” I begged.

“No,” Hush replied firmly. Cowboy shook his head. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt my tears hit Juan’s ear.

I opened them again. “GO!” I shouted, the effort causing blistering pain to shoot through my upper back. I breathed through the pain. “Please,” I whispered. “Save yourselves.”

Hush and Cowboy kept their eyes on me. I met the two shades of blue I adored so much and felt a strange sense of completion. I may have lost them, thrust back into this hell with Juan, but at least I had loved. At least I had felt the adoration and kindness that I’d only ever seen in movies.

I smiled weakly. They would have been perfect for me. We would have been perfect together.

Suddenly, a choked gurgle came from Juan’s mouth. His hand slipped away. Hush grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him. My legs buckled, and Hush caught me before I fell. The sound of a heavy object hitting the floor echoed around the room. I quickly turned my head to witness Juan on the floor, throat slit and bleeding out. Then I looked up and—

“Hey, sis.”

“Ky,” I whispered in surprise, just as Styx and Tanner ran into the room. Styx had his German blade in hand, blood over his arms and cheeks. He gave me the ghost of a smile, his broad shoulders dropping some when he locked eyes with me.

“We gotta go,” Angelo said. “We got about thirty minutes before the trucks return and we’re as fucked as the bitches they steal to sell.”

Hush scooped me up in his arms. Ky moved beside me, his eyes on fire as he looked at my back.

“Sia.” He ran his hand down my arm. Such agonized pain flashed across his face that I could have cried. But then Hush was rushing me through the empty hallways. Angelo led us out of a back door and into another building. We kept to the shadows. With every step Hush took, I clenched my teeth against the pain the jerky movements sent to my back. I glanced behind me. Styx was propping Cowboy up, his beaten face swelling and deepening purple.

We had just rounded the corner when we came face to face with a man at the exit door. I stared at that door, knowing it was our escape to freedom. Then I looked at the man who had drawn his gun, surprise written on his face. His tattoos were the same white-power symbols as the Nazi who carved our backs had. Hush tensed and held me closer.

Suddenly, Tanner stepped forward. The man’s eyes widened. “Tanner Ayers?” he asked in shock, and then his eyes narrowed. He lifted his gun higher. “We were all told you’d defected from the cause to join this fucking impure gang.” He opened his mouth again, but Tanner whipped a gun from his cut and sent a bullet straight into the Nazi’s head. His dead body slumped to the floor.

“Fuck yeah,” Angelo said, then quickly led us through the door. We raced to a waiting van. As we all piled in, Angelo stopped and said, “I’ll be a minute.” He ducked away, leaving the van doors open.

I jumped as a sudden blast of heat shot through the van. Light blinded my eyes, making me flinch. Loud bangs and deafening pops seemed to echo around the van like we were caught in the middle of a crossfire.


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