Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“I know where it is,” I try, because maybe, just maybe, they’ll be stupid enough to let me go to give me another chance, or they’ll take me to the jewelry which will be right to a biker club.
“How fuckin’ stupid do you think we are?” he hisses.
“I’m serious, I know who took it. I stole it, and I know who has it. I can get it back again and you’ll have your money.”
They don’t believe I’m not Yolanda, so I’ll play along. For now.
“We don’t give second fuckin’ chances, you had the chance to get the money, and you didn’t deliver.”
“Please,” I croak. “I can get your money and more. Plenty more.”
The man studies me, and I hold his eyes, even though I feel like I’m going to pass out. I don’t back down; I stare at him, and pray, just pray he considers believing me, because if he doesn’t, I’m dead here and now.
Nobody will find me.
It’ll be too late.
“How much more?” he growls.
“Over a hundred thousand.”
That isn’t a lie. Mason’s jewelry would be worth that, if it was all sold together.
The man stares at me then turns to his other men. “I’ll sit on it. I’m not sure I believe her yet, and even if I do, I still haven’t decided if I won’t just kill her to show people there is no fucking with me.”
A dark-haired man nods. “Word is already out, boss, that you got stood up. It’s a ballsy move. People find out you let her live, they’re goin’ to start testing the waters.”
“Valid point. Let’s go discuss.”
God.
No.
Don’t discuss. Let me go.
Please.
The blond man turns around and then lashes out again with his booted foot, hitting me in the same spot and sending me tumbling backward with another agonized scream.
By the time I manage to get myself up off the floor and stop screaming and crying, they’re gone.
And I’m alone.
And scared.
I’m so scared.
~*~*~*~
MASON
“Enzo,” I growl. “Enzo is the one who will know where she is.”
“Yolanda ain’t speakin’,” Maverick mutters. “Bitch thinks it’s funny they’ve got her sister. Not cut from the same cloth those two, don’t care how much they look alike. That is one heartless bitch.”
“Too fuckin’ right,” Koda agrees. “Could easily do away with her.”
Charlie steps closer, grabbing his arm. “Down, tiger.”
He looks to her, eyes lusty. I snort and get back to the task at hand—finding Saskia and killing any motherfucker that dared to touch her.
“I think Enzo is the best choice, too,” Scarlett says. “He’ll know who he owes money to; it’ll be the quickest way to get to her.”
“Might be hard to get into the prison,” Chantelle says.
She refused to leave after she found out Saskia was gone. She wasn’t going to sleep another wink until her friend is found.
Gotta admire that.
She cares a fuck load about her.
“Yeah, might be, but you could go in,” I say, staring at Chantelle. “He’ll see you.”
She nods. “Oh, I’ll go in all right, and I’ll ring his scrawny neck.”
Boston grins at her, and if I wasn’t fucking mistaken, I’d say it was a grin of lust and admiration.
They’re fucking. No doubt.
But, right now, I couldn’t give a fuck about them.
I just want to find Saskia.
“It’s a plan,” I say, “I’ll come with you, see if I can get in. I want to talk to him, too.”
Chantelle nods and stands. “Then let’s go. I don’t want Saskia out there a second longer than she has to be.”
“We’ll keep pressin’ Yolanda,” Koda says, rubbing his hands together and grinning when Charlie thumps him on the arm.
“Remember, she’s still a girl,” she warns him, giving him a stern look.
“Don’t care what she is. She had the nerve to take on everyone when she took on Saskia and tried to turn us against her, so she can suffer in whatever way I decide.”
“If you all gave Saskia a chance to talk, we wouldn’t even be standing here right now,” Chantelle mutters. “But, we can’t change it, as much as I’d like to for her sake.”
She’s right. Even though her words piss me off, she is completely right.
But right now, I don’t need that reminder.
“We hear you,” Maverick murmurs. “We know we fucked up, yeah? Don’t need reminding.”
Chantelle stares at him; she has a fire in her belly that matches Saskia’s. It’s not a wonder they’re friends.
“I’m going to remind you, like it or not. Because it is your fault that girl is out there, because ya'll didn’t give her a chance to even defend herself or tell you Yolanda existed. You cuffed her and gagged her and made up your minds, just like that. She had no chance.”
“Enough now,” I growl. “Don’t have time for petty fuckin’ arguin’. Let’s go.”
Chantelle nods and walks out of the club house.
“Good luck with that one, brother,” Malakai smirks.
I grunt and follow her out.