Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
The door flings open, filling the room with blinding sunlight that forces my eyes shut and makes tears stream down my face.
Okay, breathe, Cassidy. Just. Fucking. Breathe.
“Hey, man,” I shout. “You’ve got the wrong girl. What the fuck?” But then a flash of light goes off right in my face. I try again. “Listen to me.”
One of the guys says, “Shut the fuck up.” From the sound of his voice, I recognize him as Tiny. He holds the phone up again. “Smile pretty.”
I glare at the man rather than the phone, and he laughs.
“As long as they can see your face, I don’t give a shit.” I try to stand, but he puts a foot out, pushing me back down. “Just because I can’t kill you—yet—don’t mean that I won’t fuck you up, bitch.” He snaps a few more pictures before stepping back and slamming the door.
I didn’t see much in the way of details other than long dark hair, a mustache, and a bulging belly. Tiny, my ass.
Left alone with my thoughts in the darkness, I lean back against the wall and let out a heavy sigh. I stretch my legs out to feel around the cramped space. I didn’t get enough time to look around when the light spilled in, mostly because Tiny blocked it all out. The room seems to be more of a closet than an actual room, and it’s completely empty.
I sit here, trying not to freak out. Damn, I actually shot a guy. Self-defense or not, it’s messing with my head. I can’t help feeling scared out of my wits.
After what feels like forever, I try to pull myself together. If these jerks nabbed me by mistake, I’m still in deep shit. And if they did it on purpose, who’s gonna pay to get me back, a truck driver from out of state? Either way, I’m fucked.
“Come on, Cassidy, think,” I say out loud. My voice sounds weird in the quiet. Who are these guys? And why me?
In desperation, I shout, “Hey! Over here! I gotta pee!” Maybe someone will hear and give a damn. “Hello? Anyone?” I listen hard, hoping for some noise, anything.
But what really gets to me is the silence. It’s eerie, like I’ve been locked away to die. No sounds, no voices, nothing. The kind of silence that makes me feel like I might be left here to rot, forgotten. And that’s the scariest feeling in the world.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Diesel
The missing truck and driver, along with the return, or rather the reappearance of the Bloodthirsty Devils, requires an emergency Church session.
Ace wears an expression of pure frustration when he storms into the Sanctuary and takes his seat. Brows pulled into a frown, he looks around the room, tallying up the brothers that showed.
Ace bangs the gavel and says, “All right, let’s get down to business,” scrubbing a hand over the anxiety on his face. “First order of business is Reggie Song.”
My brows tense. “Who the fuck is that?” Do we have a new enemy I don’t know shit about?
“Tig Heights mayor,” Wild Man confirms for the group. “He ran on a platform of reform, and he’s determined to make the Iron Reapers the centerpiece of that effort.”
Ace nods. “He’s got the cops raiding their legit businesses, making customers skittish.”
“What about black market shit?” Dix leans back in his chair, like he’s relaxing, except for the tense lines around his eyes.
“They don’t have probable cause to search shit, just suspicions,” Wild Man replies. “Basically, he’s targeting them because they’re bikers. In his pea brain, bikers mean criminals.”
It’s the same with most people until they get to know us. “So, what’s the plan?”
“The plan,” Ace starts with a heavy sigh, “is to do what we promised the Iron Reapers we’d do. Take care of Reggie Song.”
“Gia and I have gathered all the available info on the mayor’s schedule, even hacked into his official schedule that covers ribbon cuttings and council meetings and shit like that.” He looks around the room. “But this guy isn’t dumb enough to put meeting with my sidepiece on his calendar, so we’ll need to do some recon.”
Ace searches the room until he lands on the face he needs. “Tank, you and Stone will work together on watch duty, digging up whatever Wild Man’s intel hasn’t told us, but Diesel, you’ll have to step in once in a while since your schedule is the most flexible.”
“No problem,” I say easily, always willing to do what I can to help my brothers. “I can leave my kutte and pick up parts for our shops instead of one of the prospects. It’s only a forty-minute ride.”
“That works,” he replies, sitting up taller as our plans coalesce.
Lucky growls in my direction. “Use your annoying charm to see what you can get from the residents.”