Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Sirens are just starting to be audible in the distance, so we don’t have a lot of time before this turns into a total shit show, but if someone’s moving on our territory, we need to find out before this city’s joke of a police department is on the scene.
The first thing I notice is smoke spiraling up from the pumps. Fuck.
And when I spot the expensive looking black SUV with tinted windows, I get a really fucking bad feeling about what we’re about to find. Not every car that looks like that belongs to the mob, but with everything else, the odds are really fucking good. A half dozen bikers are scrambling over the place like rats fleeing a sinking ship. From a distance, I don’t recognize their bikes or their patches.
Who the fuck are they?
I raise my hand to direct Tank and Nitro to follow them, but then I spot the bodies, and a flash of the same bubblegum pink that walked into my studio less than an hour ago.
Motherfucker.
We break fast, screeching into the gas station with a good distance between us and the burning.
Nitro takes one look at the situation and shakes his head. “It’s too late. This whole place could blow any second.”
I point to where the familiar pink figure is slumped down next to a car by the pumps and he swears. “You two check the others. I’ll go look.”
Tank nods, but he looks like he wants to tear someone’s head off and I’m right there with him. That beautiful, innocent girl was only in this neighborhood because of the interview. If she’s dead, it might not be directly my fault, but her blood would be on my fucking hands.
Moving fast, I go over expecting the worst, but her shoulders move. There’s blood on her clothes and she’s huddled on the ground, but she’s not dead. “Kaylee!” I kneel and brush back her hair. “You hurt?”
At my touch, she seems to break out of the shock she’s in. Sobs rack her body, but she shakes her head and throws herself at me like a drowning woman, desperate to stay afloat.
“Three dead,” Nitro shouts, running our way. “Two on the pavement and one behind the wheel. Multiple shots but each has a hole right in their fucking foreheads. This wasn’t random.”
“Pray they’re not Giordanos, ‘cause if they are, this is going to be real fucking bad,” Tank growls. “Did you catch who was flying out of here?”
“Guys? Talk later, run now.” Nitro’s already on the move as something pops and the sirens get closer.
“We’re going to get you out of here, Kaylee. Can you hold on?”
“To what? I don’t—Oh, God.” Her eyes are squeezed closed like she’s trying to block all this shit out. I don’t fucking blame her.
“We’re about to find out.” I scoop her into my arms and follow Nitro and Tank to our bikes. She squeaks in protest, but buries her face in my shirt. I throw my leg over my bike and flip her so she’s straddling me. “Hold on, sweetheart.”
“But—”
Whatever she was going to say is drowned out by the roar of our bikes as we peel out onto the street, three abreast with Kaylee safely tucked against me. She feels good there, and not just because her tits are pressed into my chest and her skirt is way up her thighs. I only get a moment to appreciate the feeling before a wave of heat licks at our heels as the gas station blows sky high.
4
KAYLEE
If Wraith, Tank and Nitro hadn’t come when they did… I’d be gone. A shiver so strong it nearly makes me lose my grip tears straight through me. This morning all I wanted was the chance at a new, more exciting life. I got exactly what I wished for and almost died because of a stupid blue raspberry slushie.
I don’t know how or why they found me, but I owe them my life. Not only was I a complete wreck back there, I’m pretty sure the sound of their bikes was what drove off the other bikers before I ended up like the rest of their victims.
I cling to Wraith, breathing in the clean, masculine scent of him underneath the stink of gas and fire. The weather is mild today, but it’s still February. After the blast of heat from the explosion fades, I start to really notice the chill as the wind whips against my back. My front is nice and warm, pressed tight against Wraith.
He curls an arm around me, holding me even closer, making sure I don’t fall off. Sitting the wrong way on a motorcycle going full speed down a city street after everything that just happened, I shouldn’t feel safe. But I do.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline, but the vibration of the bike and the feel of the big, strong body that’s protecting me is actually kinda nice. They might have been a little rude at the interview, but they weren’t mean or anything. Maybe they’re not so bad, after all.