Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
I figure it’s some type of MC war. Although the big guy they’re currently dragging to the guardrail is someone I don’t recognize. The other guy that’s lying on the ground by the tree doesn't look familiar either. They’re killing the big guy and I’m weak as fuck, letting it play out. In my defense, I’ve seen what happens when someone stands up to them. Maybe if I had a gun or something, I’d intervene. I don’t.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out as I watch them dump the man over the guardrail, toward the lake below. After laughing and giving each other a high-five, they take off. I carefully make my way back to my car. I’m physically ill as I get back on the road. It’d be safer to keep driving and go home. I can’t do it, though. I have to see if I can help these men. I don’t know what I’ll do if the others come back, but I can’t just leave them to die. I also can’t call an ambulance right away, because if they see cops and rescue squads, they’ll know I was close by. It would put me and my daughter in the crosshairs because I was the only vehicle they passed. They’d come for me.
I park on the side of the road with my flashers on. I grab a first aid kit that I keep under my front seat and run immediately to the guy by the tree. The first thing I do is check his pulse. He’s dead. I turn him over and close his eyes. Tears begin to fall, and I immediately feel like the worst person alive. Maybe if I had called for an ambulance, it might have helped. That’s stupid. I know it wouldn’t have. The man was shot almost directly through the heart. There’s blood everywhere.
I swipe at my tears with the back of my hand and look over the hill. The guy rolled almost to the bottom, but not quite. He’s actually pretty close to where people go for lake access. I make a quick decision and jump in my car and drive around the curve, then take a right at the foot of the hill to the rough ramp people use for canoes and such. The lake is nice, but there’s no big boats allowed on it.
I jog over and try to get my bearings. I find the man and climb up to him. I’m relieved as hell to discover that he has a pulse. He’s so big, there’s no way I’m going to be able to pull him off this hill. I wince, because there’s nothing else that I can do. If I call an ambulance and the Feral Kings MC finds out this guy is still breathing, they will kill him. With that being my sole thought, I put my hands on his chest and push him down the hill, so he’ll finish rolling to the bottom.
Now, I work out at the local gym. I even do strength and conditioning. That said, this guy is as big as a grizzly bear. I put my arms under each of his armpits and tug on him to get him to my car. It takes a lot of freaking time and there’s not a part of my body that doesn’t hurt by the time I accomplish the small ten feet of distance—which feels more like a thousand at this point. Once he’s by the door to my backseat. I try to figure out how to get him inside. I pull until he’s partially sitting up, his head leaning on my backseat. I go to the other side and get on my hands and knees on my seat. It takes a lot of pulling—sadly, I’m pretty sure I banged his head on my door and other areas of my car way too much—but I finally get him inside the car. Okay, so he rolls over to the floorboard, and he looks very uncomfortable. Still, he’s in. My next problem is he's so long that I can’t close the door. I kind of—almost—shut his foot in the door before I discovered that. I somehow scrunch his legs up and get the door closed. By this time, my body and muscles are screaming at me to throw in the towel. I can’t just yet. I have to get out of here. I jump inside and start my car. I put it in drive with a thankful breath, then I stop. It's at this point, I realize I left my first aid kit somewhere. Slamming it back into park, I retrace my steps until I find the kit and then run back to my car. I get on the road and head straight for my place. I don’t trust going to the hospital. I don’t know who this guy is, but he has a better chance of survival with me as his doctor instead of going to the hospital where I know the Kings will find him and finish him off. Once my heart is beating somewhat normal—although still way too fast—I fish out my cell from my cupholder. I call Cooper. He’s the only guy that I can trust.