Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“Chet? No, why?” Cillian asked.
“Yes,” Sean said, making us all turn to face him. “Chet, he was here,” he said. “He came in to grab shit out of his locker.”
“He came in to fuck with your cameras. Erion Kadare confirmed that he’s been to Nyx’s place. And she’s never mentioned having him over.”
I watched as the information sank in, as the men who had worked with Chet for years tried to find proof in their experiences with him to back up my claims.
“That motherfucker,” Conor said, fists curling up.
“Where would he take her?” I asked. “Where does he live?”
Cillian looked around at his brothers, hoping someone knew the information off-hand.
“Out of town,” Eoin said. “That’s all I know. He said the apartments were full and he wasn’t a ‘burbs kind of guy.”
“Someone go fucking look,” Cillian barked, and it was Sean, one of the quieter brothers, who rushed off to do just that.
“We found her phone,” Cillian said, holding it up, and showing me the cracked screen.
“He probably parked on the street, then grabbed her from behind,” Conor said, sounding almost as pissed off as I was.
And, I guess, they’d known her longer even than I had. She’d been to their house to hang with Dell when she still lived at home. They saw her daily at work. She was like a member of their family. And she’d been taken on their watch. They had to be fuming.
Me, I was too fucking sick with worry to be angry. That would come. When we found her. When I came face-to-face with the scumbag who’d hurt her, who had taken her.
“Do any of you know where her Ma lives?” I asked the remaining brothers. “That’s where she stashed the bricks,” I told them. “If information is being… tortured,” I said, nearly choking on the word, “out of her…”
“I’ll go,” Conor offered. “Don’t know the exact address, but I know she’s in a trailer. I know some people around there who will point me in that direction.”
With that, clearly glad to have a purpose, Conor was off.
Leaving just me, Cillian, Rian, and Eoin standing on the street, completely unsure of what to do next.
But then, out of no-fucking-where, I heard my name being screamed.
Screamed.
My real name.
I knew it was her before I even turned to see her running down the street like a bat out of hell, her wrists bound, her face a fucking mess of bruises and blood and swelling that had my stomach dropping.
But then she was there, throwing her bound arms around my neck, and collapsing into me.
“Fuck. Baby. Fuck. Okay. You’re okay. It’s going to be okay,” I told her, because I was going to make it okay. No matter what it took, I was going to make it okay.
“He’s back there,” she said a moment later, pulling her arms out from over my head. At our side, Cillian moved in with a pocketknife, cutting the zip ties off that had dug trenches into her skin, leaving it bloody and bruised.
When I got my hands on him…
“He’s in the building. I choked him, but he’s still… someone has to…”
I was torn.
Between wanting to hold her, to check her over, to be there for her. And to bash the brains in of the bastard who’d hurt her.
It was Cillian who made the decision for me, reaching for Nyx, pulling her to his side gently. “Go take care of it,” he said, eyes and tone darker than I think I’d ever seen them. As they should be, looking at the mess that asshole had made of a girl we both cared about. “We will look her over. If it’s emergent, take her to Dr. Price. If not, we will wait for you,” he said because Nyx had started to object.
“Where, baby?” I asked, looking down the street.
But before she could even answer, I saw the cracked door to the abandoned building.
Then I was running.
I didn’t think of cops seeing.
I didn’t think of people hearing.
All I could think about was making him pay.
When I flew into the building, Chet was up on all fours, about to push himself to his feet.
He didn’t get a chance.
My boot landed a kick so hard to his gut that he went flying, crashing into the wall before crumbling to the floor with a groan.
I’d never really understood the phrase “saw red” before. I’d been angry, sure. I’d been pissed, even, when someone came for what was mine, when someone betrayed me or the club.
But that was a sort of cold, calculated anger.
This?
This was completely different.
It was like there was a haze over my eyes, over my mind, red-tinged around the edges, as something molten moved through my system, burning me up from the inside out.
“Hey! Hey!” Chet yelled, holding up his hands. “I just needed information!” he yelled.