Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Her voice turns wistful. “That sounds really good.”
“Yeah. And then we’d eat the whole damn thing while watching the game.”
Christ. “Did you watch the game before or after you took your hood off?”
He looks over at me, eyes narrowing. “You got a problem with me exercising my freedom of speech, cuck?”
“I got a problem with everyone who rides with the Eighty-Eight. Though I find it real damn interesting that you’re in here, since the Eighty-Eight are neck deep up the Cage’s ass. You came here as a demonstration?”
“And won.”
“That’s a damn shame.” Real damn shame. “What were you being punished for? Maybe the supply of meth you were in charge of dried up?”
His eyes widen. Just a flicker. “What do you know about a fucking supply?”
I know the Hellfire Riders took out the local chapter of the Eighty-Eight Henchmen not too long ago. But we don’t go around boasting shit that’ll come back on us. We just protect ours.
“I heard a clubhouse got hit and the meth kitchen got torched. And that they found a bunch of girls the Henchmen intended to sell.” Because every single one of those assholes is trash. “So yeah. It’s a real fucking shame you won.”
Cherry’s head is down again, biting her lip so hard that she’s scraping off the lipstick.
Hatchet lets loose a grating laugh. “Yeah, just feel damn lucky you went up against that pussy, Crash. If you’d—”
“Stop it,” she hisses at him. “Not that.”
He looks at her, eyes narrowing. “Don’t tell me to shut my mouth, female. I’ll shut yours up so hard you’ll be shitting teeth out your ass.”
I swear to fuck she almost laughs at him. Her mouth presses tight and her eyes glitter, not with anger or humor but something trapped in between.
“What else would I shit out of? My toes?”
He blinks and his lips twitch, then a commotion from the direction of the barns has us all pivoting. The guards are already turned around, one of them chanting “Oh shit, oh shit.”
A naked mountain races toward us. Tusk. Coming for Cherry.
“Fucking hell.” Hatchet grabs Cherry’s arm and shoves her back. “Get behind me. If he gets past the guards, I’ll take him down. Then you run like hell for the barn.”
Get him down? Yeah, I’ll let Hatchet do that. She’s wide-eyed, stumbling back—then looks to me in shock when I take her blanket.
“Gonna need this,” I tell her. Because the fucker likes to bite.
The guards don’t even try to slow down the charging bastard. Goddamn assholes. Hatchet gets right in front of her. Whoever’s in front of Tusk is going down hard. Best thing to do when a fucker’s charging is to whip to the side, let that momentum carry him through. But that’d take him straight into Cherry. So there’s no other place to go.
Tusk hits him like a charging bull. Hatchet’s no slouch, that’s for goddamn sure. He drops just at the right second and takes Tusk’s feet out from under him, but the sick fucker’s low enough to grab on and they both go down, rolling and rolling—and Tusk comes out on top.
Bad fucking place for Hatchet but good for me. I haul Cherry out of the way when she screams and lurches for the struggling pair, like she’s going to take the fucker out with her tiny little hands.
Then I’m on Tusk, pulling the blanket over his face and hauling back. He roars and tries to tear it away, but I’ve got it tight. Fucking hell, it’s like wrestling a mammoth. Can’t break his neck. Shit. He’s got muscles like steel. But everyone needs oxygen in their brain. I get my arm around his throat while he’s bucking under me, and I start squeezing. His roars start wheezing. But Christ, he fights. His head jerks with fleshy thunks and I realize Hatchet’s pounding his face in through the blanket from below.
And he’s slowing. Getting sluggish. Real fucking sluggish. The muscles around his neck loosening up just a little bit. Gritting my teeth, I lock my arm tighter.
“No! Not Stone! Get Tusk—!”
Cherry’s shout comes a second before agony rips through my shoulders and back.
Fucking tasers.
But shocking a guy’s the wrong thing to do when you want him to let go of something. The muscles in my arms contract, and I sure as fuck don’t let go when the stream stops.
They tase me again.
Again.
I scream through the third one, hear Cherry screaming for them to stop, but I’m not letting go. Not until this fucker is dead.
I’m getting there. He’s limp. Now just got to make sure he doesn’t get up again. I get a grip on his chin, ready to snap his neck.
Pain explodes through the side of my head.
* * *
Stars swirl behind my eyes. I’m lying on the cold ground with my face in the dirt. From somewhere nearby I hear Cherry’s soothing murmur. And Victor ordering someone to check the restraints.