Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Shit, man, why didn’t you just fucking say that?” He shakes his head and looks at me like I’m the crazy one before he turns to Ace. “What are we gonna do?”
Ace sighs as he gets to his feet. “Wild Man, work with Preacher to find where that black van went. The rest of us will go to all known Iron Kings properties and see what kicks off.” He flashes an expression that’s half a smile and half a grimace. “We’ll get your girl back, Preacher.”
He's telling me to stay behind, that I can’t go with my brothers to rescue my girl, and I don’t want to hear it. “I’m coming with you.”
Ace shakes his head. “You’re staying here. Provide back up to Wild Man.”
I nod, angry but accepting my fate. “I clipped one of them, so they’ll need medical help.”
“I’ll scan hospitals and clinics in the area, see if they go inside or if anyone goes to them,” Wild Man calls out, eyes still on his computer screen.
The clubhouse door swings open, and Shades strolls in with two prospects behind him. “What the fuck was the melee?”
“Iron Kings took Gia.”
He whistles. “We goin’ to fuck some shit up?” He grins and punches his right fist into his left palm a few times. “I wouldn’t mind bathing in the blood of a few Iron Kings.”
“Ace. Come look at this.” The room falls silent at the intensity in Wild Man’s tone. Usually he’s so easygoing.
“You found something?” Ace says, his voice lethally calm.
“I think so, yeah.” Wild Man points to the screen as soon as Ace takes a seat, fully aware that all eyes are on them.
“Is this for real?”
Wild Man nods. “I went through everything twice just to make sure. It all checks out.”
I feel some of the tension leave my body but only for a second. Somehow I just know that Wild Man has just cleared Gia of any wrongdoing, which means that someone is fucking with our club, and it’s likely Hector.
“Son of a fucking bitch,” Ace growls, shaking his head. “Everybody who ain’t patched, get the fuck out. Now. Back to your posts,” Ace barks out. His fists clench tight, and his face is an alarming shade of red.
“What’s up?” Shades asks in his usual laidback tone.
“What’s up,” Ace begins with an agonizing grimace, “is that our pretty little hacker’s nice gesture was to empty Braden’s account and set you up with a cushy new business account in the Seychelles.”
“Seychelles? Where the fuck is that?”
Wild Man grins. “Geography lesson later,” he promises with a smile as a loud chime sounds.
“We have bigger problems than that,” Ace cuts through the loud cheers and jokes going around the room. “Braden gave up the account info on the night of the fire.”
Shit. “How much,” I ask as dread fills my body.
“Almost seven figures,” Ace confirms with a bleak expression on his face.
Wild Man nods his agreement. “Looks like they’ve added half a million to the account in the past few weeks.”
Double shit. Gia stole from the Iron Kings.
Shades lets out a loud bark of laughter. “Damn, Preacher, I guess you really dicked her good to make her steal a million bucks just for you.”
He claps me on the back good-naturedly, but I barely hear him or any of the conversation that’s going on around me.
There’s just one thought in my mind.
Gia.
“We have to find her. Now.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Gia
My heart races like crazy in the back of the van. I can’t see anything because those assholes put some sort of canvas sack over my head that shuts out all the light. “Where are you taking me?”
A foot hits my back and shoves me until I fall forward onto the van floor. “Shut up, bitch. You don’t get to ask any questions.”
The guy sounds young, and I don’t think it’s the guy in charge. “What do you want with me?”
Four laughs, all masculine, echo around the inside of the gutted=out van. That’s the only detail I got in the chaos when they yanked me inside, a hollowed-out van with just a ridged rubber mat on the floor.
A mat that’s easy to clean. I know my mind shouldn’t go there, but it does. I saw the look on Preacher’s face before they grabbed me, and it was, for the first time, fear.
“We don’t want shit with you, bitch,” one of the voices spits out. “But our Prez is eager to get some one-on-one time with you.” They all laugh again.
I let out a loud, exaggerated laugh. “Oh wow, you guys are hilarious. Rape is super funny.”
Silence falls around me, and then a searing pain on my cheek where one of the assholes hit me with something hard, probably metal.
“One last time bitch. Shut the fuck up. The boss wants you alive, and there’s a lot of room between where you are now and not dead.”