Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I blink. What the fuck are they talkin’ about?
“How in the hell would he know we knew about the drugs. Scarlett didn’t even know we knew. Who the fuck would have told him?”
Koda looks to Mal, and Mal looks to me. “Thinkin’ we might have a snitch.”
My skin prickles. “What the fuck did you say?”
“Only ones that knew we were goin’ to raid that bus when she got back, are the members of this club. Sources tell us Treyton was the one to take the drugs back out. He would’ve only done that if he suspected someone else knew they were there. I would guess he knew that was us. Which means someone in this club told him. Startin’ to add up. The fact that we couldn’t get any leads, couldn’t find information. If we didn’t meet Scarlett, we’d still be chasin’ our fuckin’ tails tryin’ to find him. Someone has played this from the start.”
“So someone in there,” I jab a thumb towards the door, “someone we trust, we believe in, is fuckin’ snitchin’ on us?”
“That’s what I’m thinkin’, yeah,” Mal growls.
That would explain the defeated look in his eyes.
“What the fuck are we gonna do?” I ask.
Koda looks to Mal. “Right now, we’re keepin’ it between us three. Don’t trust anyone else at this point. We want to bust the fucker, and make him wish he never crossed us.”
And wish he’ll never crossed us, he will.
“And Treyton?”
“He’s next,” Mal says, eyes icy.
Time to take that fucker out.
Once and for all.
~*~*~*~
SCARLETT
I get Amalie’s address by texting her, and wave down a cab once I’m far enough away from the club not to be caught. My heart is racing, my backside is sore, my pussy is still full of Maverick, and I’m pissed off. Really, really pissed off. Adrenaline is high in my body, and I’m not paying any attention as I wait on the side of the road, not thinking about anything except what just happened at that club.
I don’t see him.
He comes out of nowhere. A car stops, and he is out and grabbing me before I have the chance to protest. He jerks me into the car, and has the door slammed before a scream escapes my mouth. I lunge right away, trying to get back out, but he slams a fist into my cheek, causing me to land against the window with a bellow of pain. My vision blurs, and I can’t see, think, or feel for a few seconds.
“You stupid fuckin’ bitch,” Treyton’s angry voice roars. “You think you could cross me and not feel the consequences!?”
I blink, trying to gather my strength, “I...I...”
“You will fuckin’ pay for telling those bikers about the drugs. You will pay. And they will pay. They have meddled in my fuckin’ business for too long.”
I focus on Treyton - he’s glaring at me, panting with rage. My head spins, and I look up at him, confused. He thinks I told them about the drugs? I didn’t tell a soul.
“I didn’t...I didn’t say a word about the drugs. I swear,” I whisper. “I only found out they knew today.”
He studies me, his jaw tight.
“I have very nearly fuckin’ lost my life because of you, and those interfering scumbags. I had to risk fucking everything to get those drugs back out before they got their hands on them. They’ve declared a fuckin’ war, and it’ll start with you. They’re going to wish they didn’t cross me.”
I blink, and open my mouth to say something, but his fist flies out and smashes against my face, hitting my cheek. I scream, and try to fight, hands flying around. He hits my ribs, my stomach, my back, anything his hands can get to. He grips my hair, causing a burning pain to radiate through my skull, and he slams my head into the side of the window. Whoever is driving, doesn’t flinch.
They just keep moving.
Pain, unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life, rips through my body. Hit after hit, punch after punch. I can taste blood, my eyes are filled with it to the point I can’t see, my ears are ringing, and my head is pounding. My screams are mangled, my body has given up its fight. After what feels like forever, Treyton stops hitting me, and the car slows down. He grabs my dress in one hand, and a handful of hair in the other, raising me up so my face is inches from his.
“I should fuckin’ kill you, but not today. You’re my warning to them. Be sure to pass it along. If they do not stay out of my business, I will come in, and I will give them a fight that they won’t ever fuckin’ recover from. I will turn their fucking world upside down. Consider yourselves warned.”
The door opens, and suddenly my body is flying through the air, as if I weigh nothing. I hit the dirt, and more pain, more loud cracks, and more of my screams fill the air. I roll to my side, blood everywhere, silent screams being ripped from my throat because I have gone past the point of being able to make a sound.