Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
He should have known Brute would have control of everything. It was rare for that man to not have his shit together.
Staring down at the docks, he waited for the call, and the moment it came, he pressed the button. Within seconds, the whole dock where the ships were coming into port exploded, catching the boat right along with it. The shipment of humans was being dealt with differently. They were not going to be killed.
Cops would be arriving on the scene, the men involved would be arrested, the women removed, and once the coast was clear, the boat was going to mysteriously catch fire.
Road couldn’t help but smile. Seeing Golubev’s deals and dreams go up in smoke was a dream come true. He felt lighter on his feet, and ready to cause more trouble.
“Fuck, yeah, did you see that?” Vlad asked.
He and Vlad had been sent to this dock, along with Hail, who made his way over with a hoot.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Hail said. “Best damn fireworks display I have ever seen.”
Road couldn’t have agreed more. This is what they were about. It felt good to no longer keep their distance, but to also take this fight to them.
Golubev would struggle with his next move. This had always been a risk, but Road knew there were always shipments coming in that didn’t have anyone surrounding them.
He felt like tilting his head back and hollering up to the sky, cheering, or some shit. For the first time since he told Dinah the truth, he felt fucking alive, and he knew it was because he’d caused nothing but destruction.
Just then, his cell phone started to ring as he headed back to his bike. Hail and Vlad were talking about the explosion. They had already been there hours earlier, planting the dynamite, and preparing it to explode. Looking down at the number, he was surprised to see Dinah was calling him.
“Dinah, hello, I’m so glad you called,” Road said, stepping away from his bike, and Hail and Vlad.
He didn’t want her getting the wrong impression.
“It’s not Dinah,” Sergey Golubev said, and Road went on high alert.
The number calling him said Dinah, so that had to mean Sergey had her fucking phone, which meant he had Dinah.
“What do you want?” Road asked.
“You see, that is a loaded question. There are many things I want. To see your whole clubhouse squashed like the rats you are. At first, I did find this little rebellion cute. A whole bunch of ugly bastard wannabes, thinking they can take me on. Do you think you’re the first group that has come after me?” he asked.
Road didn’t say a word, but his stance, or something, had alerted Vlad and Hail to exactly what was happening, and they’d moved close and were listening in. He didn’t see a point in keeping this conversation private.
“Road!” Sergey snapped.
“Do you want me to even justify you with a response? There’s nothing I can say or do, because the truth is, I don’t give a fuck what you say or do. Where’s Dinah?” he asked.
And then, he heard the scream. This was one filled with pain, and he tensed up.
“You better not fucking touch her,” Road said.
“You’re not in any position to negotiate.”
“No? Then I guess I better wait for your call.” He didn’t know how he was able to hang up his cell phone, but he felt this rage building inside him. “Evil fucking bastard. I should have killed him when I had the chance.”
There were so many times he could have killed him—taken him, stabbed him, shot him, beaten him at least half to death. Yet, he’d done nothing. Absolutely nothing, and now, Dinah was going to pay the price.
“What’s going on?” Brute’s voice suddenly filled the air, and Road spun around to see Brute approaching.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I got a message from town, that a guy meeting Sergey’s description was seen entering Dinah Evans’s home. When he emerged, Dinah was unconscious,” Brute said.
“You knew when I called you,” Road said. “You fucking knew, and you didn’t say anything. He had her.”
“Yes.”
“She’s dead,” Road said. There was no way she was getting out of this alive.
“Not yet, you heard her,” Brute said.
“What the fuck do I do? I can’t … he can’t hurt her. I won’t let him. I’ve got to turn myself in. I’ve got nothing to offer him in exchange.”
“You have,” Brute said.
“What?”
“Offer up the club.”
Road shook his head. “Fuck, no, I’m not doing that. I’m not a fucking rat.”
“Listen to me, Road, the guys are already on their way. You start negotiations by taking the blame for what happened at the docks. You tell him you give up yourself and the club. You go, he thinks you’re going alone, but we’ll be right there. All we need is the location, and the moment we get your signal, we’re hitting hard and fast. Your only job is to get Dinah.”