Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Savage nods, barely controlling his fury. It's not aimed at us, probably mostly himself, but right now we need to focus on finding her, not getting all fucking emotional. We'll do that later, once we've found her. And if there's anything left of Fabbri at that point, we'll make sure there fucking isn't.
Hellfire comes over and puts his hand on my shoulder, on the opposite side of where I was shot. “You alright?”
“Yeah, takes more than that to take me down. You haven’t heard anything?”
He shakes his head. “Sorry. I'm keeping all my contacts open, but it's like a fucking needle in a haystack. Without even knowing which direction they went, there isn't much we can do about it.”
“Yeah, I get it.”
Hellfire's pocket dings. “Message.” He pulls it out and when he reads, his eyes widen. He holds it up. “This look like anything to you?”
There's a message, from fucking Stefano Fabbri. All it says is: “Lawn dry Palace kitten.” Definitely not the kinda message he'd send.
“What the fuck? What’s that supposed to mean?” Savage growls.
Poe looks at it and cocks his head. “Not lawn dry palace, laundry place. It’s autocorrect. I think Paige got a hold of his phone.”
Savage nods. “You think they went to the laundry? It might make sense. Heather and Paige know it. They know it’s closed and who the fuck goes back to the scene of the crime to hide? So dumb it's fucking genius.”
“Comes from Fabbri's phone, though.” Hellfire frowns. How do you know it's legit and not a trap?
Savage shakes his head. “Kitten. Only Paige would know that I call her that. And why the fuck would he try to actually get our attention? I nicked him with a bullet when he ran. He's wounded, on the run, and he knows that we want Paige back. He has her alive so she can be his hostage. I don't know how Paige got on his phone, but it feels legit. Besides, do you have any better ideas?”
Hellfire shakes his head. “Nope.”
I can't contain the grin that spreads from one ear to the other. “We know where she is. Hopefully, Fabbri doesn't know that we know, but if she doesn’t delete this right away, it’s only a matter of time before he sees the message was sent.”
Savage is already walking towards his bike. “What are you fuckers standing there gabbing about. Fabbri's a dead man walking, and I think it's about time we put a stop to that.”
“I gotta clean up here. Do you need backup?” Hellfire looks at the members and cops milling around, dealing with Fabbri's men or getting medical attention.
Poe shakes his head. “We’ll update you if it looks like more than just one sad old gangster. This is personal. Fabbri doesn't stand a fucking chance, and if he gets off the hook this time, it won't be because we didn't have enough fucking men.” He follows Savage towards the bikes.
I crack my knuckles as I join them. It's payback time.
35
PAIGE
I barely manage to get the chair back in place when the toilet flushes down the hall, followed by the door opening. Typical villain. Didn’t even wash his hands. I think I might be off by a couple inches from where he left me, but this is as good as I can do. It would have been nice to have more time, and I think the message was a little garbled, but I didn’t exactly have time to correct anything.
“Good, still here,” Fabbri notes as he returns.
“I'm captivated. Just couldn't tear myself away.”
He laughs. “I can see why the bikers like you. A bit too much sass for my tastes, but I can appreciate the spirit. Doesn't get you off the hook, I'm afraid, but at least we can entertain ourselves.” And then he notices the phone. He looks at it, then at me, then back at it, then shakes his head. “Fuck, could've been trouble.” Then he picks some painkillers out of the first aid kit, sits down and goes back to scrolling. Feels like he's just killing time.
“I probably should've left Heather alive longer,” he says suddenly. “I can’t drive with my arm like this, but her voice was driving me up the fucking wall. The woman had a good mouth but she didn’t know when to shut up. My people will be here soon enough.” He looks at me, gun in hand. “I’m not quite sure what to do with you, honestly. At first I wanted you so we could get the business transferred to someone loyal to me, and then I was just curious about what kind of woman had so many people so worked up.”
He walks over and looks down at me. “I’m not sure I see the hype.”
I'm starting to wonder if there's something not quite right with him. And us crashing his party didn't make it any better. It might make it easier for the guys if he's not quite with it, but that also makes him more unpredictable, and that's not great news for me.