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)
I need to find whoever did this.
I need to fucking make them scream.
I glance around into the darkness where flashlights are moving as everyone looks. Bohdi is ushering everyone out the front door and making sure they leave unharmed, but also making sure they don’t come out here. I can hear the chaos inside, but he’s got it under control. The man is going to make a great member of this team, I don’t fucking doubt that.
Within ten minutes, two EMTs are rushing toward where Mykel lies in the dirt. I’ve seen too many people in this fucking dirt to last me a damned lifetime. I can’t take another loss, another person down because of this god damned monster that is ruling my life right now.
“What happened?” the EMT asks, dropping to his knees beside Mykel and immediately feeling for a pulse.
“Someone shot him. Chest.”
They move quickly, getting his body onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. Briella and I watch as they load him in, working on him, pressing white towels to his bloodied body. They tell us where they’ll be taking him, and then they’re gone.
I watch him go with an ache in my heart that I know will never full recover.
“We have to go to him,” Briella says, her voice hitching.
“You go, now. I’m goin’ to make sure everyone is safe here, then I’m goin’ to be straight there. You hear me?”
She nods. “Yes, I hear you.”
“Go, be with him. Don’t leave his side.”
She moves quickly, and I bark an order at Karen, who was also attending the party, to go with her and make sure they’re not followed to the hospital. She does as I ask, her face white as a ghost, and rushes out the door and toward where Briella is getting into her car. The moment she’s in and gone, I get back to work making sure we get out of this without any more damage.
“Anythin’?” I ask Cohen as he runs back into the compound, sweating, covered in dirt.
“Yeah, we got someone. Kendric and Samson are bringin’ him in now. Stupid fucker tripped and looks like he rolled his ankle. Slowed him down enough for us to grab him. Where do you want him, Pres?”
“You know where. Let’s roll.”
This fucker is going to pay with his life.
An eye for a fucking eye.
I STARE AT THE MAN in front of me, tied to a chair, arms and legs bound. He’s bloodied and bruised, and his head is hanging.
He’s strong, tough.
I’ll give him that much.
I’ve punched him, kicked him, burned him and cut him. The fucker won’t talk. Whoever has the power over this one, has a power strong enough he’s willing to die for it. That makes me wonder just how fucking strong Dax and his team really are.
“You’re obviously willin’ to pay with your life,” I say to the man, holding a bloodied knife in my hand. “That’s fine with me, one less fucker workin’ for that pig is fine with me. Dax can send as many of you as he wants, I won’t be givin’ in.”
He looks up at me and smiles, showing me bloodied teeth. “You think Dax is who you should be worried about? You think Dax is where this ends? You’re fuckin’ sadly mistaken. Dax will take down your little club and everyone in it, before you even get close to findin’ out just how powerful this operation is.”
His words shock and confuse me, I’m not going to lie.
If Dax isn’t running this show, then who the fuck is?
“Tell me what you know, either way you’re goin’ to die. Surely your loyalty isn’t that strong?” I growl, stepping closer to him.
“You can do what you want, torture me until there is no blood left in my body—I will never speak. It’s not about loyalty, biker,” he spits. “It’s about bein’ smart.”
Fuck.
He’s not going to talk.
Not under torture, anyway.
I know one thing is for sure, Dax is obviously holding something over him. Something strong enough that even if he dies, he wants to protect. I’d say a family member, a child, or a wife. Someone he’s more than willing to lose his life to keep safe. He talks, I find out the information, Dax is still going after them—even if he’s dead or alive. I know that’s going to pull him up, but I need answers. Fuck, I need answers. The only way I’m getting those answers is to fucking outsmart this dick.
“Cohen,” I order, raising a hand. “What’s his name?”
“Not sure, boss, no identification on him.”
“You’re not going to find out who I am,” he hisses.
I grin at him. “You underestimate me. I have a cop on my side, you dumb fucker. I’ll find out who you are, and when I fuckin’ do, I’ll find out what you’re desperate to keep safe. You think Dax is a fuckin’ monster, you haven’t met me.”