Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
There was a slight pause, then Thorn spoke again. “I agree. I’m assumin’ you have places to get rid of the motherfuckers.”
“Plenty of gators out there. We cut ‘em up in small enough pieces, even if someone did find ‘em they wouldn’t know what they’d found.” I moved across the room. The main weapons locker for the club was in Crush and Byte’s office. I entered the code for the locker and chose a SIG-Sauer and a couple of clips. “Get a team together, Crush. You get all the information Ripper has. I want to know exactly where those motherfuckers are.”
“Roger that,” Crush’s fingers flew over the keyboard as I snagged another gun. Ringo was right beside me, packing up his own weapons.
“What’er you doin’?” I raised an eyebrow at him. Ringo wasn’t exactly who I thought would want to help me rescue Lemon. Not considering how the two of them clashed.
“Goin’ after my VP.” He leveled his one-eye-gaze on me. “Got a problem with that, Prez?”
“Nope. Just don’t accidentally shoot her.”
“Hey. She gets on my ever-lovin’ last nerve, Rocket. She’s a pain in the ass on the best of days. She seems to get a kick outta bustin’ everyone’s balls. But she’s the VP of Grim Road. We all voted her in. Unanimously. I might want to throttle her sometimes, but no one else better touch one hair on her head.”
I snorted. “You better not either.”
“I have no desire to get my ass handed to me again, Prez.”
“Good. Crush, tell the team they’ve got five minutes to gear up, then I’m leavin’. I’m gonna find these bastards. We’re gonna make what happened to Hammer look like a fuckin’ picnic.”
Chapter Six
Lemon
“Get up, bitch.” The guy was dancing all over my last fucking nerve, but there wasn’t a Goddamned thing I could do about it.
“Go fuck yourself.” My mouth hadn’t caught up with the pain in my body yet. Too bad, too, because I really wasn’t sure how many more beatings I could take. Just like all the other times since I’d been taken a few hours ago, I got backhanded. Pain exploded across my cheek, and I sucked in a breath. When this had started, and I realized I was on my own until Rocket and Grim Road found me, I’d made a promise to myself that, no matter what they did, I would not give them the satisfaction of hearing me scream or seeing me cry. So far, all they’d done was hit me or kick me. I was pretty sure things wouldn’t stay that way long. If Rocket didn’t find me soon, I was going to be in some serious fucking trouble. Hell, I was already in serious fucking trouble.
“When I tell you to do something, you do it, bitch.” The guy grabbed me by my hair and dragged me across the short length of the tiny hunting shack. I had no idea who owned the property, but I was fairly certain we were close to Grim Road’s territory. The place was pretty well hidden. Unless there were cameras or sensors in the immediate vicinity, I doubted anyone could find the place.
Once he had me where he wanted me, he snapped handcuffs on my wrists and hung the chain on a hook from the ceiling. My feet were touching the floor but only with my toes. The cuffs were cutting into my wrists. My face and head throbbed, and I thought I might have a broken rib. It felt like a repeat of that beach house in Riviera Beach. Only these guys meant business. The big one was bad, but I was pretty sure Pinhead wanted to torture me more than they already had. The really shitty part was, I wasn’t certain how long I could hold out.
I kept my one good eye open. The other was starting to swell shut. The last thing I wanted to do was lose track of them. There were only three, but that was way more than I could take on by myself with any degree of positive outcome. Yeah. I was well and truly fucked.
“What’er we gonna do with the bitch?” The one who’d been beating on me the most, Pinhead, looked like he wanted to start on me again. Relished the idea, even.
“We’re gonna wait until we get instructions from that freak, Victor.” That one was the biggest and seemed to be the leader. Neither of them seemed too bright, but this guy kept staring at me like he was looking for something specific. “He said she’d be ridin’ a pink bike, but also that she’d be dressed in pink. I was also expectin’ another woman with her. And some bigass black guy. Only thing this one matches is the bike.”
“What? You think we got the wrong bitch?” The last one had a full head of bushy hair he was continually brushing out of his eyes. Looked like he hadn’t washed it in a couple months. Smelled like the rest of him hadn’t been washed in that long either.