Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
He didn’t, of course, but King did warn that this needed to stop or he’ll hurt everyone Alarick loves. I don’t want to see anyone get hurt, but at the same time I don’t want to see this Dax monster getting away with anything like this any longer either. It’s such a tricky situation to be in. I don’t like how it feels. Not at all.
“Fuck,” Alarick hisses. “Did he say anything else? Did you see anything else?”
“No, that’s it. I didn’t see anything else, but I do know what he looks like now.”
“That’s a good thing,” Samson murmurs. “If she can recognize him, it means we’re going to be better off.”
“Not sure how,” Alarick growls. “This fucker has obviously been watchin’ her if he saw her go to the cemetery alone.”
“We already knew he was watchin’, boss, we just need to make sure we’re smarter than him,” Cohen mutters. “The fucker is getting on my nerves now.”
“I’ve got Zariah bringin’ her step-sister, Waverly, in,” Alarick tells the group. “He doesn’t know her, and she’s goin’ to get her set up with him so we can find his location. That’s the only way this’ll end.”
“Wait,” I say, putting a hand up. “What?”
Alarick looks to me. “I know you’re not goin’ to like this plan, but it’s the only one we’ve got. We’re not goin’ to find him without it.”
“You’re going to risk an innocent life?”
“No, Briella, we’re not. She’s volunteering and she’s goin’ to have full eyes on her at all time. We’re not goin’ to just let her go out there alone. Everywhere she goes, one of us will be close behind her. We’re goin’ to fit her with trackin’ devices and any other security we can. She’s not goin’ to be alone.”
“She could die, Alarick!” I snap. “No amount of tracking devices will protect her if he puts a bullet between her eyes.”
Flick glares at me, angrily. “He’s not killed them quickly before, and the only reason he killed the other two was to send us a message. As far as we know, he’s sendin’ them overseas. That doesn’t happen overnight. He gets them to trust him, to believe in him, and then he sells them. We’ve got time. She’s goin’ to be okay. So, unless you’ve got a better fuckin’ plan, then I suggest you let this one go.”
He’s right, I know he’s right, but that doesn’t mean I like it.
It doesn’t mean the idea of putting a girl that has done nothing wrong into a situation where she could lose her life.
That’s not nice, and I’m not cool with it, but I also know arguing with Flick won’t get me anywhere because he’s the boss and he does what he thinks is best for everyone, not just me.
“When does this girl get here?” I ask, my voice tight.
“Tomorrow. From this moment on, you don’t go out without an escort, it’s too dangerous.”
I clamp my lips shut, but I know I have to follow those orders right now or lose my life. I’m not stupid, I’m not going to risk my own life for the sake of my pride.
“This is goin’ to end badly,” Samson mutters. “I can fuckin’ feel it.”
“Yeah,” I agree with him. “Same.”
“We stick together, we make a plan, and we get through this. That’s what we fuckin’ do,” Flick says, and then turns to me. “Let’s go.”
I exhale and look to Cohen. “Thanks for getting me earlier.”
“You’re welcome.”
Alarick and I leave, and Samson stays behind with Cohen. The moment we’re in his truck, Alarick turns to me. His eyes are serious. His jaw is tight. “I know you don’t like my decisions, Briella, but they’re mine, and I expect you to follow them. Regardless of what you believe, my first priority is keepin’ everyone safe, that mainly being you. Need you to respect that and not fight me every step of the way.”
I nod. “Okay,” I say softly.
“Good girl.”
I look out the window as we drive off.
I’m scared, but I’ll never admit that.
I’ll just keep fighting, until this war has been won.
I only hope it’s us that wins it.
6
FLICK
“This is Waverly, my step-sister,” Zariah says, nodding her head to the side at the girl standing next to her.
Upon first glance, Waverly looks to be quite young. Maybe a little too young, but when you take her in a little more, you see she’s just got a baby face. She’s pretty, in a rebellious kind of way. She has brown hair with purple streaks throughout the thick locks, and eyes the color of milk chocolate. Big full lips, a pert little nose, and tanned skin. She’s attractive, no doubt about it. Small, curvy body. Big tits. Round ass. Tank top, tight black jeans, and Converse. She has her own style.
Nothing wrong with that.
Waverly looks at me, tipping her head to the side and taking me in. She has an intensity, that, if I wasn’t a strong ass fucking man, I’d say was intimidating. She looks like should take on the world and not think twice about it. Starting to make sense why she has decided this is the job for her, after all, the girl doesn’t seem at all bothered by what she’s about to get herself into. “You must be Alarick,” Waverly says, her voice surprisingly soft considering her look is quite intense. “You look a whole lot bigger than I expected.”