Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Crash. Why did you do that?”
“Because you don’t take orders. I gave you one fucking job you, asshole. You couldn’t manage to do that and now you’ve used my fucking name!”
Crash!
The name rings in my head as loud as a damn siren.
Crash is a member of my dad’s club. My father knew someone was trying to kill him, to bring him to his knees. That’s why he put me in the convent to begin with. He wanted to keep me safe and out of harm’s way while he found the source of the threat. I don’t know Crash that well; I’ve talked to him a few times. I do know he was a respected member.
“What does that matter? There’s nothing she can do about it. Not now!” the other guy yells, but another gunshot rings out. This one is so loud it is almost like I can feel the bullet whizzing past me. “Crash,” the man adds, but this time his voice is filled with more pain and fear… I hear it, I recognize it at once, because it’s choking on me. “Why are you…”
“You’ve fucked things up for the last time, motherfucker,” Crash answers and then three more shots go off, one right after the other. I can feel a spray of liquid hit my face and I know right away it’s blood.
Then Crash grabs me and hauls me back up on my feet.
“Don’t… Don’t do this,” I stutter, knowing in my heart that I’m going to be next.
“Shut up, you stupid cunt. It’s all ruined now. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to play out. Your death isn’t my fault. It’s that stupid fuck’s. You were supposed to survive this,” he growls and bile begins to rise in my throat. I’m going to throw up. I don’t want to die. There’s so much more in life that I wanted to experience. I really wanted to see my dad again. I even wanted the chance to see Devil again—as hopeless as that whole situation is… I really liked him… I wanted….
He pulls me from the room. I keep waiting for the death blow, but that doesn’t happen. Instead he shoves me back into the box. I may not be able to see but I definitely know when the lid closes, because any light I see through the shadows fades and I’m left with nothing.
Nothing but darkness.
Dodger
“I still say we need to go in together. We can let the gunfire rain down on them. We’re stronger together,” Wolf mutters.
We’re parked on top of a hill, off the main road. Through the brush and the trees, I can see the outline of the old marina. Our club’s not from here. This is not our territory but we made a temporary spot in this region the minute I lost contact with Torrent. I researched the area fairly good and I know the only real club presence is that damn Savage crew—which is really just made up of a bunch of nomads and under the protection of two clubs, whose strongholds are in Kentucky. They fly the Savage banner, but I don’t think they have the full charter’s protection. Dragon, the club president for the Savage crew in Kentucky, backs them though, and I know that fucker’s firepower is impressive. I didn’t seek them out for help and that might have been a mistake.
I can’t trust my club now. Crash might have been identified, but does he have people within my club? Are there others I need to worry about? When you can’t trust your own men, the last thing you want to do is trust others. So I purposely didn’t announce our presence here. I left everyone in the dark. Now, I’m wondering if that was smart. If I had met with them, maybe I would have been able to trust them. It would have been good to have more firepower at my back. I get Crash was my weak spot and he went against me. It hurts that any man under my command would do that, but it feels better knowing who it was—instead of being left wondering. I can’t even truly pinpoint when this shit started. I suspect it has something to do with the contract I turned down funneling women into Mexico. My men didn’t like it. It meant a fuck of a lot of money for all of us. I’m a bastard and my hands are about as dirty as they come. I had to draw the line at that though. The women these men were paying for are my daughter’s age. Turns out that even after all these years, I have a conscience.
“We can’t go in shooting. I only have one goal here, Wolf. I want my girl safe.”
“Damn it, Dodger. Are you listening to yourself? We don’t even know if Torrent is in there.”