Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered as I mounted my bike, then followed.
CHAPTER 12
Smells like slut in here.
-Simi to her sisters
SIMI
“Can’t fuckin’ believe you lot thought you could get away with killing a poor old lady,” Bright grumbled.
I didn’t bother to reply. Incriminating myself more at this point seemed like a poor idea.
To say that Sheriff Bright was pissed would be an understatement.
He drove like a goddamn maniac, taking turns so fast that I felt my heart leaving my body with each slide of his back tires.
Keene’s car was nowhere near ours, meaning that Bright was driving unsafely fast. So unsafely fast that the other deputies weren’t comfortable driving as fast as he was and had pulled way back.
I couldn’t see the motorcycle that I knew was following too.
He’d been keeping up until he got to the curves in the road, then he’d fallen back as if he, too, knew that it was too dangerous to go that fast—especially at night.
“Think you can make a fool out of me?” Bright muttered, his hands clenching and unclenching from the wheel. “I’ll show you.”
I could see a car’s taillights in the distance, and my heart thundered in my chest.
I looked down at the seat belt that wasn’t around me, then made a hasty decision to get it on.
It was as if Bright didn’t see the man getting closer and closer to him.
Mostly, his eyes were on his rearview mirror, as if he didn’t trust his deputies to bring Keene in without his eyes on them, forcing them to follow orders or else.
I watched, heart in my throat, as the car kept getting closer and closer and closer.
“Uh, sir,” I felt myself say. “There’s…the…the car!”
I screeched that last part so loud that the sheriff finally took his eyes off the road behind him to look in front of him.
But it was too late.
The car in front of us had started to slow down for a turn.
A turn that came much faster than he’d expected because he went from slowing down gently to slamming on his brakes, and the sheriff hadn’t expected it.
Bright cursed and swerved, but that only made him spin out of control.
The front right fender of his cruiser hit the car in front of us that was in the process of turning.
Before we’d started to flip, I witnessed the car in front of us do the same.
And then all I knew was disorientation, pain, and finally, nothing else.
I woke up sometime later, hanging upside down.
My gaze was on the metal grate that used to be separating the back seat from the front seat.
Now, that grate lay on the ground, fully embedded into the dirt so that it stuck up straight as if someone had forced it there.
I blinked, staring at it for a long time.
Then finally, I turned my head, my gaze a little everywhere all at once, trying to take things in.
Where was I, and how did I get where I was?
And, since we were on the whole figuring out hard questions…why couldn’t I remember my own name?
“Simi!” I heard someone calling, but I didn’t turn toward the sound of the tortured voice.
Instead, I started to count the holes in the grate in front of me.
I was at fifty-two when a man appeared in front of me.
A very large, very sexy, very tattooed man.
A man that looked tortured from where I was hanging upside down.
“Oh, fuck, Sim,” he growled as he dropped to his knees beside me. “Are you okay?”
Was I okay?
That was a great question.
One I didn’t have an answer to.
“I don’t know,” I admitted to the sexy man. “I do know that this is quite disorienting. Can you cut me loose from this seat belt?”
He was nodding before I’d even finished the question.
“Simi!” I heard that name called again.
I twisted to find another handsome man dropping down into the dirt beside the first man, this one in handcuffs.
“Oh, fuck. You’re bleeding!” he cried out.
Was I?
It was more than obvious that I was this “Simi” person, too. Both men were looking at me as they bombarded me with a ton of questions, a lot of which I didn’t have an answer to at the moment.
“Yes,” I paused. “I think that’s why my face feels wet.”
“The car around her is destroyed,” the second man said. “How the fuck is she going to get out of this?”
I wished I had an answer to that.
I also wished that I wasn’t hanging upside down.
“The ambulance is coming,” I heard someone say. But my head wouldn’t turn far enough in that direction to see who it’d been. “They’ll cut her out when they get here.”
“Who is that?” I wondered.
The man in beige nicely came into my line of sight, and I saw his gold badge on his shirt.
I squinted my eyes to try to see past the blood.