Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
He had to find that note.
She was stupid. Even as she heard someone moving in front of her, she knew she was in so much trouble.
Would Sawyer ever forgive her? Would he even try to understand?
Would it matter because she was pretty sure she was about to die.
Why was it so dark?
She held up her hands as she managed to make her way to the gravel covering the parking lot for the bar, which usually lit up the night, but someone had turned off the big neon sign and all the outdoor lights. She could still see the warm glow coming from inside, but it was quiet. Too quiet.
“Keep those hands up,” a deep voice said.
It took everything Sabrina had not to jump when the man touched her. He wasn’t alone. A large man in jeans, a black T, and a leather vest moved in front of her.
“Stay calm,” the big guy advised. “No one’s going to hurt you.”
“Not yet,” the asshole behind her said as he slid his hands over her sides as though looking for weapons they all knew she didn’t have. This was intimidation.
And perhaps a promise of things to come.
She was here to get Wyatt to talk. Sabrina bit her bottom lip as the jerk slid his hands over her ass. Sawyer had told her. He’d explained all of this to her, and she’d still run without thinking. She’d still put them in this position, and he would be right to never talk to her again. She was going to get them all killed.
She gritted her teeth as the asshole’s hands came up under her breasts.
“I don’t think she’s got any weapons on her,” the man said, and she could smell liquor on his breath. “But I could check some more. You sure she took down a couple of men? I heard a rumor.”
“She did not,” came the terse reply. “She’s just some dumb bitch Wyatt’s fucking. Get her inside.”
She winced as she finally recognized the man who’d called her a bitch. She had taken him down with a stun gun and likely didn’t want anyone to hear that particular story again. “I’d like to see Wyatt.”
She was here, and she had to calm down. Panic had gotten her into this terrible situation. Calm and logic would be her tools to get out. To get both of them out. Sawyer would work it from the outside, but she couldn’t stand the thought of Wyatt being all alone with the wolves.
“You’ll see him soon enough,” the guy said, taking her arm.
She was jerked back and nearly stumbled as he dragged her along.
What shape was Wyatt in? Was he conscious or would she have to try to protect him while he was vulnerable?
She would do her best. She would give him as much time as she possibly could because Sawyer would figure this out. He would come looking for her, check her phone, and know what she’d done. Then he would call in everyone. Once he figured out they were here at the bar. Elisa would wait for backup and then come in, and her sister and Sawyer would save them.
The door to the bar opened, and she was hauled in.
The bar where she’d made her stand and claimed her men was now taken over with Wyatt’s worst nightmare. The jukebox was playing an old Guns N’ Roses song, and there were burly men shooting pool on the table where she’d… Well, they probably didn’t want to know how she’d christened that particular pool table. They were drinking beers, and she caught sight of Lark moving through them.
Lark’s eyes widened as they hauled Sabrina in. She gave Sabrina a shake of her head which Sabrina decided meant she wanted them to think they didn’t know each other.
“Sit.” The guy pulled out a chair and shoved her down. “The boss is making a call. He’ll be with you in a minute. Hey, waitress. This one needs a drink. We need to loosen up for what we’re going to do to her.”
The other asshole winked down. “Don’t try to leave, darlin’. We’ll have to punish Wyatt if you do, and I don’t think he can take much more.”
Sabrina’s heart threatened to seize but she sank down to the chair.
“What the fuck, Sabrina?” Lark leaned over, her voice going low, and then she spoke as she normally would. “What can I get for you? Mostly I want to pour the pickle juice we keep over your head, bitch. We’ll see you get what’s coming to you for taking my man.”
Uh, it seemed like she should be the one asking what the fuck. Lark had never once come off like she was into Sawyer. Sabrina hadn’t been around her much, but she’d seemed sisterly toward Sawyer. Annoyed sister most of the time.
Was Lark working with them?