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)
“What the fuck was that?” Wyatt got to his feet. They probably had a couple of minutes. They would expect Murphy to wake him up. Probably why the other guy had been carrying a cattle prod.
“I broke his nose in such a way it sent cartilage into his brain and killed him,” Henry explained matter of factly. “But see, no blood. Cleaning blood requires an enormous amount of water and cleaners, and some people use bleach which is going to end up in the ground water. But this way, no mess. Earth friendly.”
He wasn’t about to debate which type of killing was best for climate change. He did, however, pick up the cattle prod the asshole had expected to use on him.
“Oh, you should totally get the gun,” Henry explained, shrugging out of the vest like he didn’t need it anymore. He was willing to show his true face to Wyatt’s brother. He pointed to Murphy’s body. “He’s got two on him. You might pick up the other one and give it to Sawyer if you can. I know he can shoot, and I don’t think Sabrina cares how he kills the people who are after him.”
He wasn’t wrong. “The cattle prod is for Sabrina. I’m not sure if I’m going to give it to her so she can defend herself or use it on her because she shouldn’t be here and she knows it.”
Let Henry do with that what he would. Wyatt had a few dark secrets, too.
“I think cattle prod is pretty advanced. Sabrina is probably still getting used to spankings. You should start out with a violet wand if you want to try electricity play,” Henry replied as though he’d been talking about something perfectly normal.
Such a weird place, and he wanted it for his home.
“Could we stop talking about my sister’s sex life and get this party started?” a familiar voice asked. Elisa stood in the doorway, staring down the hall, though she spoke to Wyatt and Henry. “I took out the jammer. Nate knows where we are, and he’s on his way. I sent Sid and Gil up to the roof, but they’re super worried about Lark. She stayed so they had a chance to get to the office.”
“How far behind is Nate?” Henry asked, flexing his hands as though readying them for battle.
“He’s ten minutes out,” Elisa replied.
“It’s too long.” Wyatt knew his brother. “We can’t take down the Horde with a couple of guns and Henry’s hands.”
“Oh, he can kick people, too,” Elisa assured him. “Henry’s solid.”
“Against how many? In a small space?” Wyatt needed to point out all the problems with the three of them running without backup.
Henry frowned. “It’s less likely. Did you check the security cams? How many are we up against?”
Elisa’s jaw tightened. “I think they brought most of their members. It’s at least fifteen, and I’m pretty sure there’s more coming, though they should get here after Nate.”
“So I need to hold them off for ten minutes.” Wyatt took another long breath. This would be the performance of a lifetime, and if he didn’t sell it, they could all die.
“Wyatt, they want to kill you,” Elisa pointed out quietly. “Aren’t they going to question how you got out?”
“My brother knows I have skills, and he’ll believe his guys can fuck up. And yes, they want to kill me, but first they want to cause me pain. I’m going to make sure I take the pain and not your sister.” He needed a plan. “Cut the power when Nate gets here. That way I’ll know when the bullets are going to fly and I can cover Sabrina. Henry, get to Lark. She won’t know what’s coming.”
“Are you sure? Your brother is angry,” Henry said.
“My brother is always angry.” He’d been born with a rage inside him, and getting him even angrier would likely spare Sabrina and Sawyer. His head still ached, but he couldn’t hide away. This was a job only he could do.
Face the monster who’d never bothered to hide under the bed. Wayne had been the monster in his life since he’d been old enough to take a beating. When he’d displeased their father, Wayne had been the one to serve his punishment. His father had said it was because one day Wayne would be Wyatt’s president, and he should get used to doling out the punishments no matter who it was to.
“Thank you, Wyatt,” Elisa said as he passed her by. “I promise I’ll cut the power the minute Nate gets here. He’s coming in without lights or sirens because he doesn’t want to tip your brother off, so don’t expect to know ahead of time. I’m pretty sure he’s bringing most of the Creede department with him. They’re pissed.”
Because two of their officers were down, and Nate had apparently made them believe it wasn’t Wyatt’s fault. Or they would arrest him and he would start this whole cursed night all over again.