Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“It works,” Ace says. “We can keep a much closer eye on you there, we have resources. You can’t stay at the apartment, though. Mick has eyes everywhere. He can’t know you’re in town.”
Jagger nods. “Good point. Maggie and Aunt Mary are there, they can help with Cody.”
“Doubt it,” I mutter.
Jagger glances at me. “Willow ...”
“Maggie, I trust. Aunt Satan, I don’t.”
Ace snorts.
“Fair call, but Maggie is there and she can help. She’ll love him. You’ll need the help if we are going to pull this off. If it wasn’t for the fact that I know how stubborn you are, I would pull you out and not let you do this, but I know you’re going to whether I like it or not.”
“I have Cody now,” I say, glancing at my son. “If it gets too dangerous, I’m out. I won’t leave my son without a mother.”
Especially if we can’t get his father.
That thought has bubbles of pain and nerves exploding in my stomach.
Angel, Ava, Jenny, and the guys appear a moment later, most of them half asleep. Jagger wastes no time getting to the point, and starts speaking before they even have the chance to ask what’s going on.
“I have to go back today. You need to get in contact with Huck and get as much information on that island as you can. He has it, don’t let him tell you otherwise. We need explosives, a whole fucking lot of them, he has access to that kind of thing, too. We also need manpower. Gather anyone you know who is willing to help. Angel and Ace, you get me explosives that I can carry over and begin subtly planting or preparing. We go back once every two weeks to check on things over there; I will put them in the places they will do the most damage.”
“What about the girls?” I ask.
Jagger looks over at me. “I have a plan for that. We’ll do the attack on a Thursday. The reason for this is that the girls have one day a week that they get an hour off. They all go to the far side of the island and talk amongst themselves, Mick is confident they can’t get off, and honestly, they couldn’t even if they tried. It’s the only time they get to themselves. It’s right near the shoreline. If I can get them all on a boat, then they’ll get off. The only problem will be taking out the five guards they have escorting them and getting in without detection. It’ll need to be perfectly planned—a distraction that will call for anyone keeping an eye on the waters to be pulled away. We need to be quick, efficient, and precise.”
This isn’t a good plan. So much could go wrong. Yet, I feel like there aren’t really many other options.
“Jagger, this is dangerous,” I say, shaking my head. “Is there any other way?”
He shakes his head. “No, not to get rid of everyone in one hit.”
“Sharleen?” Angel asks.
Jagger looks at his friend. “Sharleen goes off alive.”
“Sharleen could be a problem,” I say carefully. “She loves Mick. If she is without him, she could want revenge.”
Jagger moves his gaze to me. “She thinks she loves Mick. She will move on. I don’t like the woman, but I won’t kill her.”
“We’re not going to help her, are we?” I mutter expecting the answer to be no.
Jagger doesn’t break our stare, instead his eyes become more intense. “I can’t let her die.”
“She was willing to let me die!” I growl. “She was willing to let your father fuck me. She was willing to let you die ...”
Jagger’s eyes flash. “What did you say?”
“I said she was willing to let me die ...”
“No, the next part.”
Jagger’s voice is like ice, and I freeze up. Jagger doesn’t know what happened to me on that island, because I haven’t had the chance to tell him considering he stayed there.
“Willow,” he barks, and I flinch.
“I said she was willing to let your father fuck me.”
Jagger stands, his chair skitters back so fast it smashes into a nearby coffee table. He grips my face so hard I wince. His eyes are wide and he’s panting. I’ve never seen him so mad. He looks like he’s going to lose it, really lose it.
“Did you fuck my father, Willow?”
“What? No!” I growl. “Now get your hands off me, Jagger.”
He releases me quickly, fists clenching by his sides.
“What did he do?”
“I don’t ...”
“What did he do?” he seethes, voice low.
“Come on, man, calm down,” Ace says.
“Just tell me what he did,” Jagger goes on, ignoring Ace.
“He wanted me to sleep with him. He threatened me and said that if I didn’t he would let the other men have me. He made me watch ... he made me watch Sharleen suck him and then he made me watch the other men have sex with this woman like she was some sort of dog, but he didn’t touch me.”