Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“You good, Rach?” Curly asked as he assisted Frost into the car.
The prospect groaned as he slumped back against the seat.
Her stomach twisted. His handsome face was covered in blood. Too much blood. It couldn’t be a good sign.
Spec had a split lip with blood dripping down his chin as well.
“Rachel!” Curly barked. He seemed to be the least injured. “You good? We gotta move.”
She nodded once at her brother. “Get in. I can drive.”
He hesitated as though gearing up to argue with her when the entrance to the bar flew open again. A giant man with a bloody-as-hell cheek ran out, brandishing a gun.
“Get in!” she screamed at Curly. “We don’t have time.”
Curly dove into the front seat.
As the first shot ran out, Rachel jammed her foot on the gas and sped off with Curly’s door still open. The door wrenched all the way open with a horrendous crunching-metal sound. She didn’t have time to worry about damage to Brooke’s car. Getting them out of there unharmed was her only focus.
Curly grabbed the overhead handle as he leaned out of the car and caught the door. Rachel’s heart leaped into her throat as he yanked it shut with a grunt of effort like a weightlifter doing a deadlift.
“Make sure no one can follow us,” he ordered.
How the hell did she do that? The only references she had were action movies and crime dramas. Still, she kept her mouth shut and drove like Satan himself was on her ass.
Bullets pinged off the car. Her life flashed before her eyes. Was this it? Would she be struck dead in the front of a getaway car only days after meeting her brother?
Without ever having a chance to be with Frost?
Frost groaned from the back seat.
She was dying to know more about his injuries, but she forced her attention onto the road ahead. Getting pulled over for speeding or reckless driving never occurred to her. She weaved around the sparse traffic like a NASCAR racer and made random turns until she was certain no one followed them. Only then did she take a breath and slow down to the speed limit.
“Damn, little sister can drive,” Spec said with a laugh.
She glanced in the rearview mirror to find Spec grinning like a loon. Blood coated his teeth, making him look demonic.
Was he enjoying this?
“C-can I pull over somewhere?” Now that the immediate threat of bullet wounds had passed, her entire body began to shake uncontrollably.
“Make the next left. There will be a Walmart on the right. Pull in the lot.”
Thank God.
She did as instructed, parking in a deserted area of the lot. A few semi-trucks were settled in for the night, but she made sure to stop far away from others. As she put the car in park, she blew out a stuttered breath and then closed her eyes.
If she didn’t have a panic attack, it’d be a damn miracle.
“Hey.” Curly’s soft voice had her opening her eyes. “You did good. I’m so sorry you got wrapped up in this.”
“Is Frost okay?” she asked. She couldn’t have an emotional conversation with Curly right now. Once she broke down, it’d be a long time before she gathered herself back up again. Concentrating on someone else was much easier.
Curly nodded. “He’ll be sore as fuck, but he’ll live.”
Rachel looked over her shoulder. Spec’s attention was locked on his phone. Probably texting with Olivia. Frost sat battered, with his head resting back and his eyes closed. As though able to sense her gaze, he opened his eyes and looked right at her. The skin around one of his eyes had turned an ugly shade of purple and swelled so much it barely opened more than a slit. The cheek on the same side had also darkened and split open with a small gash. Dried blood had crusted on the side of his face.
It looked painful.
It looked miserable.
It looked terrifying.
“Hey,” he said, drawing her attention from his injuries. “I’m all right. This is nothing.”
Her bark of laughter sounded half hysterical. “Nothing?”
“I’ve had way worse. It’s just a bunch of bruises. I’ll be back to my handsome self before you know it.”
Why did the fact that he’d had worse make her feel like crying instead of appeasing her worries?
“Oh fuck,” Spec said with a roll of his eyes. “Now you’re gonna be a whiny bitch for the next two weeks to get extra attention from the prez’s little sister, aren’t you?”
Rachel gasped. How could Spec be so insensitive?
“I just might be,” Frost said as he winked at her with his good eye.
Her face heated, and she peered at her brother from the corner of her eye.
Curly rolled his eyes. “Really? She’s been here for less than a fucking week. Shoulda had y’all castrated as soon as she got here.”
Wasn’t Florida known for its sinkholes? Maybe one could open up and swallow the whole damn car. It’d be better than sitting there with these three guys chuckling at her expense.