Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“She’s got what we need,” Western barks. “Stand down.”
“Bein’ an abusive asshole ain’t goin’ to get what we need,” Colt growls.
“Listen to your daddy, Western,” I taunt, “Be a good boy.”
Western’s boot launches out, just past Colt, and he kicks my chair over.
Once again, I land on the ground with a thump.
This time it knocks me clean out.
I don’t even know that’s happened until I wake up maybe minutes later, to find my hands are freed and I’m lying on the ground beside the chair, Mex kneeling down next to me. Those mother fuckers knocked me out. Done with playing nice, my fist launches up and connects with his jaw, as hard as I possibly can. I helped him out, I saved his ass, and he is allowing them to beat me like a dog.
Not on my watch.
Stumbling backward, Mex growls a curse as I roll to my side and push up. There is blood on the concrete below me, and I know it’s coming from my head. Animals, that’s all they are. If they think I’m going to cooperate after this, they’re sadly mistaken. Pushing to my feet, I sway as my vision blurs. Western has a gun pointed at me already. Like I fucking care.
“Kill me,” I snap, using my sleeve to wipe the blood off my face. “You’ll get fucking nothing then. I was willing to share information if you just stopped keeping me like a prisoner, but you would much rather torture me than go the easy way. If you want to shoot me, go ahead, I’m done here.”
I open my arms wide, challenging him to shoot me.
He doesn’t.
I take a step toward the door, but Mex is suddenly in front of me, a small trail of blood trickling out of his nose from where I hit him. “We’ll work with you.”
“Mex,” Western barks. “Stand down.”
Mex turns to stare at him, his eyes hard. “I said, we’ll work with her. Don’t like it, take it out on me. She has what we need, and we’re not goin’ to get it any other way. Not left with much of a choice.”
“You don’t make the rules,” Western grinds out.
“No, I don’t, but this time ... I am.”
The two men face off, their eyes hard, their stares unwavering. I watch in mild fascination as the staring contest continues, and, shockingly, Western nods. “She doesn’t leave this club without an escort. You want to trust her, it’s on you. If it goes wrong, Mex, then it’s your blood that I’ll spill and believe me, I’ll fuckin’ spill it.”
Mex nods, sharply.
Then he takes my arm and pulls me out the door.
He stood up for me, but that doesn’t mean he should trust me.
No, he really shouldn’t be giving me so much credit.
Not when I’m going to destroy his life.
9
“I need to make a call,” I say, as Mex pulls the last stitch through the back of my head. My voice is tight, but I don’t make a sound. “It’s urgent.”
“Why?” Mex questions, putting some sort of liquid solution on the back of my head before standing up.
It stings, and my eyes water as I wait for that sensation to pass. It takes a minute, but finally, it does, and the wound feels weirdly numb. I don’t want to know what he puts on it, but whatever it is, it worked.
“I’m sure by now you’ve figured out that with my mother MIA, things are going to erupt. If you want answers, the only way you’ll get them is if I can keep things calm until I can locate her.”
Mex walks around in front of me, staring down, his shirt bloodied after cleaning me up. “I’ll let you make a call, but not before you give me something to work with. If you don’t want to be locked up like a fuckin’ slave, then you need to start cooperating.”
I figured he’d ask this.
Very well.
“I know that Marek is easy to find, everyone goes to his shows, so I know that isn’t what you’re looking for. Instead, you’re looking for a way to get to him, to find him alone, to carry out whatever plan you think will actually work to stop him from doing what he does. That isn’t an easy task, but I can give you the information back that I destroyed.”
Mex’s eyes flash. “We’ve already got what we need, we’re not so fuckin’ stupid. You might have destroyed it, but you sure as shit didn’t stop us findin’ out what we wanted. I need more than that, and I need it right fuckin’ now.”
Biker needs to take a fucking chill pill.
Seriously.
“You might have what you need, but you have no idea how to locate any of these people? If you did, you wouldn’t have come after me,” I say, casually.
“Fine,” he gruffly agrees, “If I give you a call, then you give me the location of the people we’re lookin’ for.”