Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“I’m here, little devil,” I said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before I moved to her ankles, quickly undoing those, too. Then, I slid my arms beneath her naked body, lifting her from the table. “Hold on to me if you can and hide your face. I’m getting you out of here.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers pressing into my skin. Her nails were broken, and they began to bleed from her tight grip, slicking up my neck. Once her face was tucked into the curve of my neck, I nodded once at Jax, letting him know I was ready to get her out of here.
Jax stepped out of the room with his semi-automatic rifle at the ready, his boots silent as we moved back up the hall. Suddenly, he stopped, and I did, too. Abbie trembled in my hold, and I tightened my arms around her, listening for whatever Jax had heard.
There it was. Footsteps. Jax jerked his head toward the room next to me, and I followed his silent command, quietly slipping inside, out of view of whoever was coming around the corner. Abbie sniffled, her tears soaking my skin. But otherwise, she remained as silent as I needed her to be.
Jax fired, and I heard a body smack to the floor a moment later. “All clear,” Jax told me.
I slipped out of the room, following him out of the hall. He put his finger to his earpiece. “Digg, Babe,” he said, calling for Arlo and Ace respectively, “we need the van. Target acquired.”
“Got it,” Arlo responded before it went silent again. The racket that’d been surrounding us was slowly dying down, but my gut told me it wasn’t over. Not yet.
“Be alert,” I told Jax. “Something’s not right.”
He nodded. “Yeah—I’ve got the same feeling,” he rumbled.
Just then, men rushed out of the first hall. I ducked back into the hall we’d just left and set Abbie on the cold, cement floor. She made a small, frightened noise, her glistening eyes staring up at me in terror. I pressed my finger to her lips. “Silence,” I whispered. I grabbed my pistol from my belt and handed it to her. “If it’s not me, Agony, or one of my brothers, shoot. Understand me?”
She nodded. I slung my assault back around, joining Jax in the fray of bullets and shouts, our backs to the wall closest to the hall Abbie was hunkered down in. Konrad and Shaw rushed up a hall, some of Anatoly’s men at their backs. It was fucking mayhem. Bodies were dropping. My fucking ears were ringing. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins. Where the hell were all these guards coming from?
“Get her and go!” Konrad barked at me. “Now!”
I didn’t question him. I just slung my rifle back around to my back. Jax covered me as I turned into the hall, grabbing Abbie from the floor. She clutched the pistol, her eyes wide and fearful, but without a word, my brave woman wrapped her arms and legs around me, clinging to me as I rushed for the stairs, Jax at my back. When we got upstairs, Arlo had the van backed up, Ace waiting inside with the doors open.
“Get her to the clubhouse!” Shaw barked in my ear. “Bender and I have got this.”
“Understood,” Ace responded as I jumped into the van, Jax hot on my heels. Ace and Jax slammed the doors shut, and my knees slammed into the floor as Arlo rocketed away from the building, my body curling around Abbie’s to protect her from the fall.
“Here,” Ace said, handing me a blanket. Abbie wasn’t letting go of me—that much was clear—so I wrapped it around her the best I could before clutching her to me, burying my face in her greasy, dirty hair.
“It’s over, little devil,” I rasped, my voice hoarse. “I’ve got you.”
And as if those words opened the gate to her emotions, she wailed, sobbing and falling apart in my arms in a mixture of relief and sadness for everything she’d gone through.
All I could do was hide my face in her hair as I bit back my own tears—my own agony.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Abbie
By the time we got to the clubhouse, Cameron had managed to untangle my limbs from around him long enough for him to slip his shirt over my head. I’d stopped crying, and now I was just… tired. And sore. And I hurt everywhere, especially between my legs and my ass. I could feel the dried blood on my thighs, and I knew Cameron had seen it. The agony that had been in his gaze when he laid his eyes on me—the pain he felt for me—would forever be imprinted into my mind.
I would never forget it. A man who was as manipulative and uncaring as Cameron hurting for me like that…