Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
He pushed himself away, winking and flicking his tongue at her before he left. Hearing the corridor door close brought her a measure of relief. She didn’t know who he was, he wasn’t with Riot when she’d stayed with them and had no idea what he was capable of. She wasn’t able to make out the name on his cut and there was no way she would have stepped closer to him to find out.
After a few minutes had passed and she was certain they were alone, Nicole cleared her throat and walked closer to the wall separating her from the other woman. She could still faintly hear her weeping.
“Hello? Are you okay?” There was no answer. “Can you hear me?”
“Ye..ye…yes.” The small voice was strained and husky like she had a cold.
“Do you know where we are?” Not that it would make any difference or change her circumstances if she knew, Nicole still wanted to know.
“N..n..no. I came here in a truck, blindfolded. I’ve never seen the outside of this place.” Nicole felt whatever bit of hope she had left drain away.
“I’m Nicole, by the way.”
“Bianca.”
She waited by the wall for a few more minutes but when Bianca said no more, Nicole didn’t either. She didn’t have the energy to have a one sided conversation, as much as she wanted to try and comfort Bianca, all she wanted to do right at that moment was lie down and sleep. She crawled onto the mattress and let silent tears roll down her face. Being away from Duke gave her an ache in her chest that deepened with every hour that passed. She rubbed her hands over her bump and hummed Adele’s ‘Make you feel my love’ to her babies. At least a part of Duke was still with her. She lay down and fell into a light sleep.
Duke
Duke pulled up next to Prez outside Riot’s compound. One of the brothers next to him was just getting off his bike to cut through the gates’ mechanism when they started to open. He steeled his expression as members of Riot started to spill from the clubhouse. He knew this was a sort of a trap, so using hand signals he instructed a few of the brothers to park there bikes between the gates so they couldn’t close, trapping them inside. They always had an exit strategy. He followed Prez as he moved closer to the clubhouse. There was zero hesitation in his movements. This needed to be done and he was ready for the slaughter to begin.
The brothers all got off their bikes and stood shoulder to shoulder facing the fuckers. He couldn’t help but feel a bit smug that the arrogant look on their faces were soon going to change if everything went according to plan. The Riot brothers started to part and through them came Wrath. Duke held his position although every cell in his body yearned to tear the bastard apart with his bare hands.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the Fallen pussies paying us a visit. You fuckers decided to switch to a real MC? We can patch you in right now if you want.”
Duke could hear the grinding of teeth and growls surrounding him. This bastard was going down. Prez stepped forward and Duke followed. Wrath met his eyes and gave a half smile trying to taunt him.
“You got someone who belongs to us. You know our way. Give her back now or you all die and you’ll have only Wrath to blame.” Prez addressed the Riot brothers, ignoring Wrath completely. Wrath was pissed, he thought he was above everyone and to be ignored was the ultimate insult. Riot members swore and protested, a few drew weapons.
“Loyalty amongst brothers is paramount. It’s admirable. It’s what holds us together. But why would you be loyal to a President who lies to you?” Wrath’s face slipped slightly before he renewed his resolve. “Why don’t you ask your President where all the money goes from this club? Yeah, you all earn, but it could be a lot more. Ask him about the two hundred thousand he keeps from you.”
Wrath quickly spoke up and spat, “You think my brothers are stupid enough to listen to your fucking lies. We’re going to end you Fallen motherfuckers and take your money and women. Can’t wait to ram my dick up Shel’s ass. Nicole’s was pretty tight but I’d like the comparison.” The brothers surrounding him laughed and jeered. “Then we’ll get ourselves a new recruit. Looking forward to raising a Riot MC baby. If it’s a girl, she’ll be whoring young, just like her mother.”
Duke was at the end of his rope and was going to snap. Hearing Nicole’s name was a relief but at the same time it unleashed a monster inside him that he could barely restrain. If any of what Wrath said turned out to be true, Duke would see to it personally, that the bastard was tortured to within an inch of his life for a long time. He desperately pushed the image of Nicole suffering to the back of his mind. The thought was too distracting, almost debilitating to him. He needed to be present in the here and now.
Nicole looked full term because she was carrying his triplets. It was satisfying to hear that Wrath obviously didn’t know everything. Whatever was happening, Nicole was holding her own, wasn’t talking and pride welled up inside him. Duke clung on to that. Minutes were starting to feel like hours the longer she was gone. It was time to move this along. Any small amount of patience and restraint had disappeared. Prez gave the signal and he pulled his phone from his jeans pocket. Time for stage two of their plan. Duke held a sick satisfaction inside, knowing what was about to happen.
“We all know you haven’t got the dick to satisfy our women, Wrath.” Prez laughed. “You keep spewing shit and we’re sick of hearing it. Just give us Nicole. Tell you what, we’ll do a trade…… Nicole for Emma.” Wrath’s whole body jerked and his muscles visibly bunched under his cut. “What’s up Wrath, not told any of your brothers about Emma?” Wrath bared his teeth and looked like he was about to foam at the mouth. The Riot brothers started to look unsure and wary, sending sideways glances to Wrath, noticing his reaction.