Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
A gunshot wound tracked through to the center of her heart.
Shit. I got to my feet, searching around me, trying to figure out what the fuck to do. I raced back toward the house. I opened the garage door, jumping on the old Harley. I gunned it out of the ranch and onto the back roads that would lead me to the Hangmen.
With each mile the bike ate up, I tried to think on how long I was out . . . and who the fuck put me under the floorboards. And more than that, why the fuck didn’t they get in there too?
Clara had been warm, but below normal body temperature, which told me she had been there a while. “Fuck!” I screamed into the wind slapping my face.
Garcia. It had to be.
“Fuck!” I screamed again and turned right toward the compound. My hands shook on the handlebars. My body wanted to rest, but there was no fucking way that was happening.
Aubin.
Sia.
Fuck!
Zane and Lil’ Ash sat on the gate. I pulled to a halt. I saw them look at each other, obviously worried. “Open the fucking gate!” I yelled, revving the engine.
They looked at each other again. I was suspended. They’d have been given orders not to let me or Cowboy near this place. “It’s an emergency!”
Zane went for the cell, but Lil’ Ash met my eyes. Clearly seeing something on my face, he let me in. The gate had barely opened when I tore through it. I practically threw the bike to a stop and launched off the saddle. I ran, swaying slightly, and burst into the bar. The minute I did, my brothers jumped to their feet, hands on their guns.
AK rolled his eyes. “Fuck, Hush. Thought we were getting invaded.” His sniper eyes narrowed, and he pushed past Viking to say, “What’s wrong? You look like shit.”
“I need to see—”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Ky barreled out of the prez’s office and beelined for me. His blue eyes, the same fucking eyes as Sia’s, were red and tired . . . but filled with fucking wrath.
“They’ve got her,” I answered. Ky stopped dead in his tracks. I felt my face contort with fear and rage. “They’ve fucking got them both.”
The color drained from Ky’s cheeks. The brother didn’t move. Styx pushed past him and got in my face. His hands flew in sign, but the few words I’d managed to learn were a blur as I struggled to focus, still feeling the effects of the seizure.
“I don’t know what you’re saying!” I shouted.
AK stepped beside Styx, keeping his eyes on his hands. “What happened? Who got them?”
I shook my head, my feet needing to move, to go after them. But I didn’t know where the fuck they were.
“Garcia, I think . . .” I squeezed my eyes shut, racking my head for some kind of memory. “I heard Spanish . . .” I opened my eyes to find Styx’s eyes boring into mine. I dropped my gaze to the floor. My hand ran over my shaved head, over and over again, just so I had fucking something to do with it. “They killed all her horses.” I felt the tension in the room rise. “And her assistant . . . Clara. Fuck, the bitch was too young. Shot her in the heart.”
“Where were you?” AK asked the question, but I knew it had come from Styx. I was mute, the need to keep my seizures hidden soldering shut my lips.
“Where the fuck were you?” Ky’s voice was like death itself. I kept my head down, my heart fucking kicking into a sprint. Two hands slammed onto my chest and knocked me back. I collided with a table and chairs. I kept my ground, but once again Ky’s hands were on my cut, pulling me to smash against his chest. “Why have my sister and Cowboy been taken and you fucking haven’t? You were there, protecting her! Why the fuck has she gone, but you’re here?” he snarled. “Is it because you’re a fucking pussy? Because you fucking saw them coming and saved yourself? I should never have let you near her. You don’t fucking belong with her. Saving yourself, and—”
“Because I’m epileptic, motherfucker!” I smacked his hands from my cut and fucking pushed him back. I was done. So fucking done. Done with it all. With all these fuckers who kept saying I didn’t belong. I was fucking done. “I’m epileptic and I had a fucking seizure.” I went for him again, but hands grabbed me around the waist. I glanced down, seeing Nazi shit against my cut, and I fucking saw red. I spun and smashed my fist into Tanner’s jaw. His head snapped back. Tank dove forward and pulled Tanner back from my flying fists.