Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“What if there is someone else there with her?” Cohen asks. “Do we take him out?”
“We take them out without causing harm. We’re just there to get her, in and out. You’ve got a drug syringe each, use it if you need. We’re likely going to have to use it on Cova to avoid too much stress. She doesn’t know who we are and may not give us a chance to explain, to her we may be overwhelming and terrifying, which is why we just need to get this done.”
Everyone nods.
“We’ll go down, pray this goes to fuckin’ plan, and get the hell out of here. No colors are being worn because we don’t want anyone tracin’ her back to us. We just want to take her and be done with it.”
Everyone nods again.
Then we all turn and walk toward the large house where Cova is apparently being kept. It’s a mansion, huge in its appearance. Surrounded by acres of perfectly manicured lawns. Whoever owns this joint, is fucking well to do, no doubt about it. Well, they have to be if they could pay to take someone from their lives and keep them as fuck knows what, slaves most likely.”
We reach the front gate, and thankfully it’s open. The large property is fully fenced and no doubt to get in most often, you’d have to press the security buzzer and be allowed in.
The gates creak and start to close, and I usher everyone in quickly. Someone must have just left; we can only hope Cova wasn’t with whoever that was. We walk up the driveway, about twenty of us in total, and when we reach the massive front porch, I walk up to the door, gun in the back of my jeans, ready to use if need be.
I fucking hope not.
But, I can’t be certain that this is going to go well.
I press the doorbell.
A moment later the front door opens and a beautiful woman is standing, her eyes a little glassy, her appearance almost perfection. Blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, full lips, a body that most women would kill for, and skin as soft as a baby’s. She stares at me, and I can see fear flash across her pretty face. It doesn’t take me long to figure out this girl isn’t here because she wants to be. She’s drugged out, without a doubt, on some sort of fucking sedative.
Is that how these fuckers keep these girls here?
Feed them full of drugs.
“I’m lookin’ for the owner of this house,” I say to the girl. “You want to tell me where he is?”
The girl looks past me at all of the bikers, and then her eyes meet mine again. “I’m not allowed to bother him ...”
“In this case, you’re going to want to take that risk. I know what he’s doin’ here, I know who he is, and I’m goin’ to put an end to whatever sick and twisted little world he’s got runnin’ here.”
The girl’s eyes widen just a touch. “You’re here to save us?”
Us?
Us?
Fuck me.
“Just how many ‘us’ are there?”
She glances around and then whispers, “Two.”
“Any chance the other girls name is Cova?”
“I don’t know her real name, he calls her Candy. I’m Jazelle, but that’s not my real name either.”
“What is your real name, honey?”
“Merleigh.”
What an interesting name.
“Well, Merleigh, I’m here to get you both out of here. You want to tell me where Cova, ah, Candy is?”
“She’s working in the kitchen. I’ll get her ...”
She turns and walks off, and I usher the men forward and we all step into the large house. I turn toward them and murmur, “Changed my mind, get me that motherfucker and bring him to me. I’m curious to see what sort of fuckin’ monster buys girls.”
Cohen, Kendric, and Bodhi branch out in one direction, Samson, Mykel and a few other members branch out in another direction. I wait at the door with the rest of the club, and a few moments later, Merleigh returns with Cova. I know it’s Cova the moment I see her. She’s fucking beautiful up close, so similar to Briella it’s uncanny. She looks like she’s in good condition, clean and healthy, which makes me think these two are having a better go at things than some of the girls that are sold.
“Cova, I know you don’t know who I am, but my name is Alarick and I’m a friend of your family ...”
Cova narrows her glassy eyes, and then looks around before saying in a low voice, “I don’t have any family.”
“You do, you have a sister. A sister who has been looking for you. I’m here to take you home.”
She looks shocked, pulling back and staring at me in horror. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
Had a feeling this might go badly.
“I don’t want to have to use force, Cova. Please, you’re not going to be in any danger. We’re going to return you back to a normal life. What’s happening here ... it isn’t normal. It’s dangerous and it’s brainwashing you. You’re drugged up, and we’re going to help you.”