Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Caleb sighs as his eyebrows pull together in a frown. “You know not to ask questions, Ria.”
“He’s your brother, Caleb, go get him! Stupid arse.”
“You want me to go and get him. Seriously? You have met my brother, right?”
I sigh and slump back in the leather seat, crossing my arms over my chest.
The minutes seem to drag by as I wait for something to happen. I don’t know what I’m expecting, some kind of shoot-out. I glance nervously at Caleb, who has his finger over the trigger; he’s nervous too, fidgety as he stares at the front of the door.
“Come on, Jude,” Caleb mumbles. I glance at the clock and my stomach knots when I realize it’s already been ten minutes.
Just when I’m about to beg Caleb to go in there, the door swings open and out walks Jude. He comes around the front of the car, and he looks pissed. He slings the door open and slouches into the seat as he starts the car. He puts the car in reverse, the wheels spinning up dust as he backs out onto the dirt road.
“You call Marney and you tell him to have John Duglas killed. Fucker didn’t pay and now he’s pissed me off,” Jude growls, and slams his foot over the accelerator.
He grits his jaw and hunches slightly as he presses the pedal. I glance down, and in the dim light of the dashboard I can see a dark patch spreading over his right thigh. I slam the button for the interior light, and brush my fingers over the darkening patch. They come away sticky and red.
“Pull over!” I shout at him. Caleb leans forward between the two seats, glancing at the growing patch of blood on Jude’s thigh.
Jude shoots me a look of absolute defiance, then shifts the gear.
“Fucking pull over you crazy fucking dickhead!” I growl. I swear to god, he has a fucking screw loose.
“Do you want to die? Because if I pull over that just might happen. There’s a few guys pretty pissed at me back there, if you hadn’t noticed,” he says, his eyes darting down to his leg. “You know, stab wound and all.”
I look at the speedometer. We are going one-hundred miles per hour down this fucking gravel track. I shake my head, his entire thigh is now covered in blood. “You keep going and you’ll pass out and crash this fucking car. Pull over. Caleb, you drive!”
He winces, then groans. “I’m fine.”
“Jude,” Caleb starts.
“I swear to god, Jude, do not fucking push me right now!” I know I sound hysterical, because I am bloody hysterical.
He takes a hard left turn and the car fishtails; my entire body crashes up against the door, almost knocking the breath out of me. The tires scream as they hit pavement, and he speeds down the road, going well over one-hundred and ten now. The streetlights bounce off the metallic paint of the car hood and I can see the pain etching its way over his face.
“It’s just a cut. I’m not bleeding out for fuck’s sake, please shut up so I can think,” he yells, and I watch his knuckles turn white as he grips the steering wheel.
Stubborn arsehole. Fuck this. I undo my seat belt and lean into the back, snatching Caleb’s gun off the back seat where he left it. He moves to stop me, but I point it at him.
“Sit the fuck down, Caleb,” I snap.
He cocks an eyebrow, a nervous smile pulling at his lips as he holds his hands up. I turn and point the gun at Jude. I don’t put my finger over the trigger, because quite frankly, I’m more likely to shoot myself than him.
“Pull. The fuck. Over.”
His jaw twitches and he glares at me from the corner of his eye. “You’re gonna shoot me if I don’t? You’re a fucking lunatic. You put the damned gun down right now, or…” He winces from the pain that must be shooting up his leg.
“I am so not fucking around right now. I don’t give a fuck whether you bleed out. I just don’t want you taking us out with you. Now pull the car over, you selfish fuck.”
With a sudden movement, he grips the barrel of the gun and snatches it from my hands, flipping it around so that it’s now aimed at me as he’s driving. “Don’t fuck with me. I’ll pull over in just a minute when I find a place we won’t get shot in, okay?”
I glare at him. His face has gone pale and a deep frown has etched onto his features. He’s losing blood, and as much as he likes to think he’s invincible, he’s clearly feeling it.
“You’re being unreasonable,” I huff.
The car swerves into a petrol station parking lot and he shoves the gear into park. “Caleb, hurry the fuck up and get in,” Jude groans, grabbing his leg as he lifts himself out of the driver’s seat with a grimace. He opens the back door and lays down across the leather seat. He punches the back of the seat and shouts. Caleb puts the car in gear and pulls away.