Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
“And do you usually listen to your elders?”
Gypsy put his view back on me. “Not when it comes to love.”
I sighed.
Gypsy rose from the table. “Kash, you have been through a lot. I’ve heard that you even had to bury your grandmother.”
I frowned.
“Therefore, I will excuse your thinking for today.” Gypsy pulled out his gun. “I ask that you spend tonight really thinking about my proposal, and also. . .think about our past.”
“Gypsy—”
“It is true that the Coffin Cheaters aren’t as sophisticated as you Paradise City folk.” Gypsy whipped around and shot in Julieta’s direction. It was so fast I gasped.
No.
The bullet zipped to her. A black hole appeared in the middle of her forehead. Blood oozed from the hole as she collapsed to the ground.
Gypsy placed the gun in front of his face and blew at the tip like he was some cartoonish cowboy. Then, he winked at me. “We may not be that sophisticated, but we sure know how to shoot Killer Crows.”
My whole body rocked with rage.
Gypsy put his view on Santino. “Did you know that human buttocks make a good Sunday roast. The problem is you have to cook it real slow in a sauce.”
Get the fuck out of here.
“We marry at the end of this week, Kash. It can be in the courthouse, in my valley, or by your mansion.” Gypsy put his gun back in the holster and licked his lips as he looked at me. “Either way, I will be your husband and you will be my dutiful wife. You fucking owe me that happy ending, and it is finally my time to have it.”
I fisted my right hand.
“And our honeymoon night.” He whistled. “I’ve been thinking about the things that I will be doing with you for years. Oh my!”
One of his men snickered.
“Let’s just say that your pussy will be sore for the rest of the month.” Gypsy headed off.
His men continued to point their guns our way as they backed up and then eventually exited.
They slammed the door shut behind.
Tomasso rushed to Julieta’s dead body. “No. She was such a sweetheart.”
Santino jumped out of his seat. “Enough of this, I’m ending Gypsy tonight.”
I got up with him. “No.”
Santino spun around. “No?”
“We end him tonight.” I headed off, needing to make sure Dane and Rue were fine. “And we have to get his ass before he hits the mountains or we’ll lose him.”
Santino followed. “How far are we from the mountains?”
“Between fifteen to twenty minutes, but the Coffin Cheaters don’t go by the speed limit.” I increased my pace, got to the door, and opened it.
Cool night air hit my face.
I spotted Dane and Rue watching the Coffin Cheaters zoom away. More relief hit me. While Gypsy said he didn’t kill Rue and Dane, it didn’t mean that he hadn’t hurt them.
They turned our way.
Dane frowned. “The Coffin Cheaters had machine guns pointed at us right as they rode up.”
Rue shook her head. “Sorry, Kashmere. We dropped the ball. That will never happen again.”
Santino glanced at Leonardo who scowled at the bikers. “Get the cars ready. We’re going after them.”
Leonardo turned to him. “Now?”
Santino pulled out his gun. “Right fucking now!”
Chapter 10
Heartbreak
Santino
The night was dark, illuminated only by the flashing headlights of our cars and the Coffin Cheaters’ motorcycles. We had our windows down.
A furious wind blew through the car with a loud howl.
Come on. We have to gain speed on them.
The thunderous roar of engines shook the air itself as the Coffin Cheaters tore down the Caviar Lime Highway. They were an army of riders in an endless wave of brown leather and glinting chrome, their bikes a swarm of power and speed that swallowed up the night.
Thousands of them were racing to their fate, a dark cloud on a mission of death, and I planned to help them get there quickly.
The chase had become a game of cat and mouse as our people desperately tried to take out the bikers. Shots were fired in a deadly flurry, yet none hit their target. Our people were running out of time and options as the bikers sped away, taunting us with middle fingers and increasing their speed.
“Fuck you, Gypsy!” Kashmere had her guns in her hands. The wind blew along her braid, twisting strands around her beautiful face. Fierce violence filled those eyes.
Goddamn it. We have to get them before the mountains come up.
The road stretched before us, a long ribbon of asphalt.
It felt good to have the female version of me by my side and ready to fight.
She sneered. “I wish I had a fucking bazooka to end them right now.”
“I will be sure to get you two red ones for your birthday.” I checked my watch. “Goddamn it. Ten minutes have passed, and we still haven’t gotten close enough.”
“Most of them have been riding this road since they were teens.”