Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
I frown. “Why would you help me?”
“Because I don’t care for people like Hound.”
Interesting.
We chat some more, and I tell him about Jackson and the club. He is familiar with all of it, and I can see he’s surprised that my back story is so deep. I assume he thought the same as everyone else; I’m just an innocent girl in the wrong place, but now he’s coming to realize that I understand darkness better than most.
By the time the nurse comes in, the bleeding has stopped and Xander has to go back to work.
I thank him, and as I watch him go, I know it’ll be him that helps me get out of here.
He’ll be the one to set me free.
I’ll make sure of it.
3 – Serenity
“What happened to your face?”
Addison’s eyes widen as she stares across the table at me. I am bruised and battered, having taken more of a hit than I realized when I got into that fight. I bruise easily, so right now, it looks worse than it is.
Jackson and Spike sit down beside Addison, and I can see the moment that Jackson notices my face, too, because his eyes flash and a hard expression comes across his face. This is his biggest fear, and I knew that when they visited me today that he wouldn’t like what he saw.
I wasn’t going to cancel the visit, though.
This is the only chance I get to see them, and it’s the only thing that keeps me sane.
“I started it,” I answer Addison, even though I’m still looking at Jackson.
Our eyes are locked in an intense battle, one that nobody else can hear.
“Why would you start a fuckin’ fight?” he finally seethes.
I want to reach for him, to place my hand on his, to run my fingers over his face and breathe him in. I’ve missed him more than I ever thought possible, and knowing that I can’t see my daughter is equally as crippling. Sitting across from someone and not being able to put your hands on them is a form of torture.
I’m sure of it.
“It’s that or I get killed in here,” I say, my voice strong.
Last time he saw me, I was on the verge of breaking. This time, I’m doing my best to stay alive. To do that, I need to be strong.
“Startin’ fights is a way to get killed.”
Spike glances at Jackson, then interrupts before we can go any further. “Listen, we don’t have time. They’re goin’ to cut this visit short because there are two bikers in here. Let’s get to the point, yeah?”
I swallow and stare at Jackson, my heart aching on a level I didn’t think possible.
I want to tell him I love him, that he has to trust me, but none of it will make any difference to him. He hates me being in here, and it’s tormenting him in a way I’ll never understand. Not being able to protect me is his biggest fear. I wish I could take that away, but I can’t.
I can only survive.
“We’re goin’ to get you out,” Spike says, his voice so low I can barely hear him. “But to do that, we need inside help, as you no doubt already know.”
I knew they were coming up with a plan to get me out, and, of course, I knew it wouldn’t be legal. I’m not certain of the exact plan, but I have a feeling I’m about to find out.
“Can you tell me what the plan is?” I ask, my eyes moving over to the guard who is staring at another table, watching two women talking.
“We are goin’ to get someone on the inside to help. We’ll create a distraction outside the walls of the prison, something that will call every guard away. While that’s happening, someone on the inside is going to get you to the maintenance tunnels where you will come out. Once out, we have a plan to keep you safe until we can fix this.”
I blink at Spike, who just told me a rather elaborate plan.
“You’re kidding, right? I thought you meant you’d get me out by bringing Gerard down ...”
“Don’t have time for that,” Jackson murmurs. “We leave you in here much longer, you’ll die.”
I take a deep breath, knowing he’s probably right.
I will admit, it’s a plan that could work. It’s risky, sure, but it might actually be something we can pull off.
That is, if we can find someone willing to help.
“How are we going to find a guard who is willing to help?” I question.
“That’s on you,” Jackson tells me. “You give us names; we find out who has a past we can use against them.”
Xander comes to mind, but I feel bad for throwing his name out there. He helped me in my time of need, and I like him, but he also would be the only guard I could think of that might help. A jagged past isn’t something I can guarantee he has, though.