Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
All of them fall to the ground while Motorcycle guy is covered in their blood from head to toe.
The road in front of me is littered with bodies, and I barely believe what I just saw with my own damn eyes.
An absolute slaughter.
My heart is going a million miles an hour.
But what surprises me the most is the thrill in my heart at the sight of vengeance over the people who tried to take me.
Motorcycle guy walks up to me, and I take a few deep breaths as he towers over me.
“Silas?” I mutter in disbelief.
He squats in front of me, the knife still firmly clutched in his hand, as he finally removes the helmet. “Nice to see you too, twig.”
I’m too stunned to say a word.
Silas Rivera came to save me?
My eyes scan his face and flutter to the knife in an attempt to decipher the meaning of this.
He grips my face and turns it left and right, glancing at the red marks. But then his fingers curl underneath my shirt and tug it up, exposing the bruise on my stomach.
I immediately grasp his wrist. “I’m fine.”
His gaze intensifies. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
My jaw slowly drops as my brain finally kicks back into gear.
“How did you find me?” I frown as he glances at my bike, and I realize what’s going on. “You put a tracker on my bike.”
“You think I’d let my property out of my sight?”
“Property?” I parrot. The insolence. “I’m no one’s prop—”
He grips my chin and leans in, pointing the sharp end of the knife at my lips, and I shudder in place as it slowly slides down my neck all the way to my chest. “Did you forget the deal you made with me that night, thief?”
His knife circles my heart.
“I let my friends play with you because I love to see you squirm, but don’t mistake my interest in sharing for leniency. Everything you are belongs to me. This body. This brain. This heart.” He inches so close I can feel his hot, bloodied breath on my skin. “These lips and every inch of your skin is my belonging. My property. Mine.” A diabolical grin forms on his face. “And no one touches what I deem mine.”
My eyes travel across his face in an attempt to decipher why it feels like it’s being suffocated.
Like I can’t look anywhere else but at his face and those droplets of blood rolling down his cheeks, a testament to his power as a soulless killer.
He maims with ease.
He could end my life in an instant.
Yet he chooses to defend me instead.
With his bloodied knife, he draws a heart on my chest.
I try to breathe.
Honestly.
I swear on my life.
But my lungs are in dissent.
And my body, God, does it hurt … and ache … and long for more.
Fuck.
“I killed them all to protect you. Now, are you finally going to tell me why you need all that money, and if that’s the reason they were after you?” He tilts his head while sporting a smirk. “Or do I have to fuck it out of you?”
CHAPTER 37
Silas
If I hadn’t arrived in time, she would’ve been taken. Gone. Dead.
Or worse.
Fuck.
My fist tightens around the knife as I slowly lower it along with my eyes, wondering how badly injured she is.
Suddenly, a car comes swerving in from the street to our left while another motorcycle heads our way from the same direction as I just raced through.
More enemies?
“Stay back,” I growl as I get up and chuck my broken helmet aside, ready for the second wave.
But as they come closer, I recognize that motorcycle … and that car. “Wait a minute…”
Ivy crawls up from the ground. “Silas, there’s more!” she screams.
Two more of those guys who were after her jump out of an alley near the building and point a gun at us.
The car races at us through the streets.
BANG! BANG!
A gun goes off right at the same time as the car drives over the guy.
The bullet scrapes my forehead and lodges into the wall behind us.
“Motherfucker,” I say through gritted teeth, blood running down my face.
The one leftover guy bolts off, screaming like his head was cut off. But the other motorcycle enters the scene from the right side, and the driver raises a gun.
BANG.
A single shot is enough to kill him.
The screams abruptly stop.
The car parks near the bodies, and a guy wearing an LED mask steps out to kick one of them. “He’s definitely dead, all right.”
“Heath?” I say, recognizing his voice. “What are you doing here?”
Heath snorts as he tucks his gun into his pocket. “Protecting her.”
The motorcycle stops between Heath’s car and me.
The guy tucks his gun into his pocket removes his helmet, and Ivy smiles as she runs to him. “Max!” She hugs him tightly.