Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
My skin flared up red and stung from the impact, tears jumping to my eyes as I grimaced in pain. I should’ve known that he wasn’t above hitting me. He was planning to kill me after all.
“That’ll teach you to yell at me, bitch,” Ghoul hissed, giving his hand a light shake as he stepped away from me. “You’ll stay down here until that baby wants to come out. If you keep mouthing off, I’ll make things ten times worse for you. Don’t try me.”
“That might take days. A week!” I told him. He couldn’t possibly keep me tied to this chair for that long.
Ghoul shrugged, not looking the least bit concerned about me or even the baby’s health. He was putting us both at risk, and no one might end up with a baby if he kept treating me like this.
“Don’t care. Get comfortable,” he said with an amused smirk.
With shock running through my body, I watched him head up a small flight of stairs and leave the basement. The wooden floor above me creaked as he walked over my head, dust floating through the air. I coughed a few times, tears finally spilling down my cheeks.
I couldn’t believe someone could be that cruel. I breathed in shakily, attempting to calm myself, but the panic rolled over me in waves. One after another.
I couldn’t get out of here by myself. I wasn’t an idiot. When it was time to give birth, I would do everything in my power to try to protect my son, but the future looked bleak. It felt like everything was slipping out of my grip, being ripped away by cruel men who only cared about power.
My head lowered as I sniffled and weakly pulled at my restraints again, wishing the ropes would somehow snap. How would I get out of here without getting caught, though? This was probably the Hornets’ clubhouse, so there were probably multiple bikers walking around.
I didn’t know what would happen if they caught me trying to escape. If I got a slap for yelling, I didn’t want to imagine the punishment for making a break for it.
A shaky breath left me as pure fear gripped my heart. All I could hope for was for the guys to find me and help me, but I also didn’t want them to get hurt trying to save me. I refused to let this baby be raised by anyone but them and me.
But it was becoming clearer and clearer that I might not have a choice in the matter. If I was in this alone, this might be it. I wouldn’t be able to watch my son grow up. I wouldn’t be able to see if the guys loved me back. I wouldn't be able to live the life I dreamed of.
Everything would be over before it truly began.
Chapter 21
Bradley
We rode to the Hornets’ clubhouse in the late afternoon, the sun slowly starting its descent behind us. I didn’t want to wait until sundown because it was harder to attack at night.
Sure, it was harder for the Hornets to defend themselves in the dark, but we were stepping on their turf. They had an advantage over us, so we needed to level out the playing field as much as we could.
Putting a quarter mile between all of us, we filed down the road, making sure not to get too close to the Hornets’ clubhouse, constructed from the remnants of an old bar. There was only one story from what we knew, so the Hornets didn’t have that much space to hide from us.
We parked a road away from the clubhouse and headed closer on foot, slipping down an alleyway that was across the street. The smell of stale beer and wet asphalt lingered in the air as we kept our backs close to the brick wall, not wanting to be spotted from the front window of the clubhouse.
“Slow down, Bradley,” Kai told me, trailing me as I led the group.
“She’s right in there,” I replied, shooting him a sharp look. I didn’t want to slow down and let these evil bastards continue to torment her. I doubted they were serving her dinner and giving her a foot massage.
“I know, but we can’t blow our cover before we even get across the street,” Kai said, reflecting my stern expression. “Do you even remember the plan, or are you just operating off pure rage?”
Part of me was. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so angry before, my skin burning just from the thought of Ghoul or any of the others being around her. I couldn’t stand it.
Standing here felt like I was betraying her, subjecting her to more minutes with those bastards who only saw her as an incubator for their heir. It disgusted me, and I was itching to not only save her, but to take the Hornets down too.