Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 143728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
“Silas.”
Ginny turned her cheek away as if she had been smacked. “Can you do it or not?” Pushing her hurt feelings aside, it was too late to make a difference in her life but the information could help another. She hated to play dirty, but for another little girl, she would.
“I’ll see what I can do. What are you going to do with the information once you have it?”
Ginny was aware she couldn’t show a connection to Hammer, but there was one person who she trusted wholeheartedly who would do the right thing.
“Give it to Pastor Dean.”
* * *
“How’s the game going?” Ginny grimaced as she took a seat on the bleachers as a middle-schooler took a shot at the basketball net, missing it and letting the opposing team take control of the ball.
The man coldly turned his head at her question, taking her in, then dismissing her. Ginny didn’t hold his rebuff against him; she had heard which physical assets attracted Bridge, and her double AAs were nowhere in the vicinity of the size of Willa’s, which he had insultingly remarked on to hurt her kindhearted boss. The coldness Lucky’s former military friend displayed toward Ginny paled in comparison to how he had behaved toward Willa. Treating her to crude insults was nothing compared to the damage he’d caused Willa when he’d injured her shoulder.
“Depends which team you’re rooting for.”
“Which one are you rooting for?” she asked as she watched the gangly boys run on the gym floor.
“Neither.”
Tilting her head to the side, she looked away from the game. “Then why are you here?”
“None of your fucking business. There’s a whole gymnasium of other seats, find one.”
“I wondered if you were just rude to Willa because she is married to Lucky.” Ginny laid her purse casually down next to him, feeling Bridge direct his flinty gaze at her instead of the game. “Thanks for answering that question for me.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“A friend of Willa’s.”
“Lucky send you?”
“You know Lucky better than that, or you should since you’ve made it your life’s mission to kill the woman he loves.”
“Let me guess; you’re wired, so I’ll incriminate myself.”
“No. Sadly, Willa doesn’t want you in jail. That’s why she didn’t press charges against you. Why haven’t you taken Lucky’s advice and leave town?”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Or not until you’ve managed to make Lucky pay for your brother’s death, which we both know he wasn’t responsible for.”
“Shade sent you, didn’t he?”
Ginny shook her head. “No. I told you, I’m a friend of Willa’s. Technically, she’s really my boss, but she’s more of a friend than a boss.”
“Like I give a fuck?” Bridge reached out, placing his hand on her thigh. “Is this to put me off my guard and give Shade a chance to take me out?”
“No. I came here to offer you this.” Ginny reached inside her purse to take out a card, she then gave it to Bridge. “I’ve arranged for you to receive counseling to help you deal with your brother’s death. The sessions are already paid for ….”
Bridge flipped the card away, sending it falling to the bleachers below.
Ginny stared at it dispassionately. “You don’t want to hurt Lucky because of your brother, it’s because he’s everything you’re not.”
She didn’t flinch at the fury darkening his features.
“Piss off. If I don’t listen to Lucky’s fake sermons, then I fucking don’t want to listen to one coming from another whore of the Last Rider’s.”
Taking her purse, Ginny stood up to leave. “I feel sorry for you,” she said sincerely.
“Don’t feel sorry for me.” He sneered at her contemptuously.
“Fine. Then I won’t.” Making her way down the bleachers, she went out of the gym to the parking lot, where she climbed in the front seat of a black SUV.
“I can tell from your face that he didn’t take you up on the counseling sessions.”
“Do you ever get tired of being right, Hammer?”
“No.”
Ginny had known it would be a futile endeavor to try to talk some sense into Bridge, but she had wanted to give him a chance. When Killyama told her about how Willa’s shoulder had been hurt, she’d been terrified at how close she had come to losing her friend.
Bridge had lured her to the side of a cliff and where he’d held a girl at gun point. She’d once been Willa’s a foster child. He’d threatened her life if Willa refused to jump off the cliff. Willa would have, but the girl bit Bridge. In the scuffle of knocking her off him, she fell off the cliff. Willa caught her in time, but sent them spiraling down the side. If Lucky hadn’t hired a private bodyguard for her, they both would have died. She’d been very fortunate to only have sustained a shoulder injury.
“You sure you want me to do this?”