Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Rush is almost here,” Snake tells me. “And Herrin is outside.”
My jaw grinds, but I don’t say anything. Pop had really better watch himself tonight.
As if he hears my mind, Pop walks in, an angry scowl on his face.
“She has your mark and they still did this to her?” he growls.
At least he’s on the right path to not pissing me off for a change.
“They’re going to pay,” Snake tells him, grinding his own jaw. In his mind, he’s imagining Sarah on this bed. They’ve crossed a major fucking line.
“Don’t start a war over her. We’ll handle this like leaders. Not pissed off rookies,” Pop tells me. “No retaliation, Drex. I mean it. Let me have a sit-down with Benny.”
Coldly, I cut my eyes toward him, and for the first time in his life, he looks afraid of me as he takes a step back. Hershel steps beside him, eyes trained on me like a snake coiled and ready to strike.
“You shouldn’t do this right now, Herrin,” Sledge cautions him.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” Pop snarls.
When I slowly stand, still holding Eve’s hand, Pop takes another step back, and Hershel moves a step closer.
“Think practically, Drex,” Pop goes on. “If you retaliate against his fucking son, Benny won’t hear reason. I never would have let you have her if I’d have known it would fuck your head up this bad. You can’t go after the son without proof. It’ll start a war and risk lives. And no one needs to die for her.”
He spits the word her out like he’s disgusted.
“I’d die for her,” Snake says without hesitance. “That could be my woman right there. Drex would stand by my side if the roles were reversed.”
“I’d die for her too,” Dash says, glaring over at Pop.
“Same for me,” Sledge pipes in.
Pop curses, and Axle stands, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I think you know where I stand. Even if I didn’t see Ben there, I have all the fucking proof I need,” Axle growls.
Pop narrows his eyes, but before he can speak, Rush walks in.
“Did I hear something about proof?” he asks, a menacing tilt to his smirk as he glares at Pop. “Because it turns out little Ben recorded it all. Sick fuck, that one.”
My entire body goes so stiff that I can’t even lift my arm. I consciously let go of Eve’s hand, worried I might crush it.
“He what?” I bite out.
Rush nods. “Yeah. I didn’t get to watch much because we had to get out of that house before someone saw us, but it’s definitely a recording. We wiped the hard drive and took a copy. You don’t want to be around to watch this.”
“I’m going to fucking watch it.” I’ll do everything to Ben and Mikey that they did to her, and then some. Then, right before they get to die, I’ll slit their throats myself.
Rush looks like he wants to argue, but Pop speaks before he can.
“Where’s it at? Let me take a look.”
“You won’t watch it until I do,” I growl.
Pop’s eyes cut to me, but whatever he sees in my gaze makes him falter. “Fine,” he clips out.
He stalks out of the room, and Hershel follows him. The door opens wide enough for me to see numerous Death Dealer cuts. No one else follows Pop. Everyone stays put.
“Move your big ass out of my way.” Sarah’s voice has me turning my head toward the door once more as she walks in with Colleen right behind her. Colleen, for once, doesn’t look like a bitch.
Both of them freeze when they see Eve, and tears fill up in Colleen’s eyes.
Sarah looks furious. “I really hope you did something worse to them,” she whispers, moving closer to the bed.
Snake is up and walking toward her, putting himself between her and Eve as a barrier as he draws his girl to him. It makes me want to fucking punch him for being able to do that while I sit helplessly by my girl’s bed.
“Rush. I want to see the video,” I manage to say, even though it takes all my strength.
He tightens his lips, but he walks over to the door. When he returns, he has a laptop and flash drive. He eyes me for a second, then… Then my world spins around in a painful vacuum as all the air is sucked from my lungs.
He speeds the video up, and we watch as the lights go off and come on in spurts. We see the gag bound tightly in her mouth when she still had the ability to scream for help. We see her head slowly start to dip until her chin hits her chest.
Every time he plays it in “real time” music or sirens are blaring.
Eve whimpers and struggles in her sleep, and I slam my hand on the key to mute it. The second the music ceases, she slowly falls back into a peaceful sleep. Rush’s eyes narrow, and he stands with the laptop.