Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Any chance this is true?” Riggs asks Beckett.
“No,” Beckett grinds out. “She wouldn’t do that.”
“What is her last name?” Mateo asks, ignoring the conversation between the two men.
Beckett answers. “Derwen.”
Mateo’s brows go up. “Well fuck me, if that’s the case then Poppy is one hundred percent telling the truth. Had dealings with her family, and they’re in some deep fuckin’ shit.”
“Explain,” Riggs urges.
“Don’t know the details, but I have worked with her father and brother in some shady business. I heard around town they’ve got the cartel after them,” Mateo explains.
Thank you, sweet lord.
Riggs exhales and looks to Beckett again. “Sorry, brother, but it would seem Poppy is telling the truth.”
Beckett doesn’t say anything, and I think that hurts me more than anything up until this point. Because it means this is the moment he realizes that he’s been used, abused, and played with. That he opened his heart to a woman that was stomping all over it. I feel for him, even through my rage, because that would absolutely suck.
“I still don’t fuckin’ trust her,” he murmurs, his voice scratchy.
“You don’t have to, but if what she’s sayin’ is true, then we still have a chance,” Riggs goes on, then looks to Mateo. “You got any ideas?”
“Yeah,” Mateo says. “You leave it with me, I’ll get your girl back and I’ll do it while wiping out Rocco.”
“The same men?” Riggs questions.
“Less you know the better, but I can handle it. I’ll make this little problem go away. Need backup, some of your men, but I’ll do it.”
I have no doubt in my mind Mateo has the power to deal with this, it’ll be bloodshed, I know that much, but he’ll finish it. That’s what he does. That’s who he is. He’s dangerous and he’s good at his job.
“Yep, let’s go and discuss the next steps,” Riggs agrees. “Adan, you and Remy take Poppy into the upstairs room, give her a bit more space until this has been dealt with. I want a round-the-clock guard; she doesn’t leave this house until Becky has been returned safe and sound.”
Adan nods and Remy steps forward, unchaining me and helping me to my feet. My head spins and I reach out for the chair as I feel a wave of nausea wash over me. My eyes roll and I crumble into Remy’s arms, grasping at anything I can before I completely hit the deck. He hangs onto me with a steady “whoa” and slowly brings me to my feet.
“Get her food and water,” Riggs orders. “Send Ramona and Eve in to be with her.”
With that, they’re gone.
All except Beckett.
He walks over to me, his eyes narrowed as he leans in close. “If I find out you’re lying, you’re going to wish you never met me.”
I hold his gaze. “There is only one liar here, Beckett. It’s the woman you refuse to see as bad. Not me.”
Remy pulls me past him, and Adan holds the door.
Fuck him.
Fuck them all.
I’ll show them.
“ARE YOU OKAY?” RAMONA asks, sitting on the bed beside me.
I’m in a bigger room now, with a bed, a television and a desk. It’s locked, no way of getting out, but it’s far cozier than being tied to a chair. At least now Ramona and Eve can come in and talk to me, that’s something. I have no idea what Riggs has in store for me once they return Becky safe and sound, but I am starting to doubt he’s just going to let me go. I’m afraid of what the outcome might be, if I’m being honest.
“Not really,” I mutter. “They’re treating me like a god damned dog.”
The two look at each other. Then Eve sighs and sits down, too. “I’m sorry they’re doing that, it’s so hard to get through to them when they’re in club mode. But I promise once this is over, I’ll talk to Riggs and ...”
“And what?” I say, shaking my head. “They’re not going to let me go, Eve. We all know that.”
“They won’t hurt you,” Ramona says. “They’re not that heartless.”
I drop my head and laugh, bitterly. “You do know they’re bikers, right?”
I glance at her. She jerks a little.
She knows.
We all know.
“Let’s talk about something else,” Eve interrupts. “Anything else.”
“Did you have a bleed after the morning after pill?” Ramona asks, randomly.
I stare at her, confused. “What?”
“When you took the pill, did you bleed?”
“No,” I say. “Was I supposed to?”
The two girls look to each other. Such a random change of subject, is there a reason for it?
“Am I missing something?” I urge, my eyes darting between them.
“Oh, it’s nothing, I just thought it was normal to have a bit of a bleed,” Ramona says. “When would your period normally be due?”
God, I have no idea. My periods are all over the place, weeks apart and then months. They’ve never been regular, which a doctor told me once meant it would be hard for me to conceive because I would struggle to know when I ovulated. The chances of one mistake causing me to get pregnant would be so damned slim I’m not even bothered by it. Not a fraction.