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)
Please don’t let him lose it. If Wyatt lost it, Sawyer wouldn’t be able to work his plan. Wyatt wouldn’t care the world was on fire. All he cared about in that state was taking out anyone in front of him.
He would have to risk it because there was no way he was leaving Sabrina in their hands for long. He knew she was tough, knew she could handle a lot. But the reality of watching her get hurt was far fucking too much for him. She might be strong, but when it came to this Sawyer was delicate.
She gasped as they drug her away, one of her kitten heels coming off as she tried to stay on her feet.
“You leave her alone,” Wyatt yelled.
Lark stopped at the table, her eyes on the scene in front of them. Exactly where everyone’s eyes were. Wyatt was causing a scene, and he was good at it. “What should I do? We can’t call out.”
He kept his tone low. “Deputy Leal and Henry Flanders are already in the building. Nate’s on his way, but we’re going to need to avoid a hostage situation. Nate being outside won’t stop them from holding us inside, and then they’ll get desperate. We need to get everyone outside.”
“How?” Lark breathed.
“Torch the whole place, Lark,” he said. “By now Elisa and Henry will have gotten the rest of the crew out. Make some Molotov cocktails. No one is watching you. When they’re ready, light this place up. They’ll be forced to run.”
“Sawyer,” she began, finally looking at him even as Sabrina was held away from Wyatt.
“Do it. Try to hit the curtains in the back. The ones my granddad wouldn’t get rid of because he was so cheap.” They were out of place. Filmy and delicate in their own way.
They would go up quickly.
Wayne would have to make some hard choices.
“He doesn’t know anything because he didn’t do it,” Sabrina was saying as Lark moved away.
A loud smack went through the room, and Sawyer felt frozen in place. Wayne. He’d hit Sabrina. He’d fucking slapped her, and there was a hand mark on her face, and he was going to make this man eat his own colon.
Wyatt pushed at the men holding him, his face red. But he seemed to be holding on. There wasn’t any glassiness to his eyes. Just normal rage at men harming someone he loved.
Time. He needed time. “Hey, Wayne, your guys are taking too long back there. How do I know they’re not stealing my shit?”
Wayne looked over, his eyes widening as though he’d forgotten Sawyer was there for a moment. He glanced back down the hallway. “Hey, anyone here? Come out right now.”
Sawyer watched as Lark made her way around the bar, leaning so no one could see what she was doing.
Only a couple of minutes and he would have the chaos he needed. “They better not be fucking with my stuff, Wayne. I’m not joking. I don’t care what you do with those two, but you mess with my bar and we’ll have trouble.”
Wayne was about to understand he would burn the whole place down for them, for his family. But for now, his former occupation of complete misanthrope came in handy.
“How you like hearing that, Wyatt?” Wayne asked, getting into his brother’s space. “Your best friend doesn’t care about you. Did you think anyone would?”
Wyatt turned his way, a bit of desperation on his face. “I suppose I should have expected it from you. All you care about is money and power.”
Okay, they were going to have to work on his dialogue skills. Wyatt was obviously a reader and not a writer, though he had caught on quickly. They were going to have to act a little. Play out a drama to give Lark time. Wyatt wouldn’t know what he was buying time for, but he’d caught the line Sawyer had thrown out. “What did you think I would do, Wyatt? Burn down the bar for you?”
Wyatt’s eyes widened as though to say, you sure that’s the way we’re going? But he turned and looked his brother directly in the eyes even as he spoke to Sawyer. “No. You would think I would have learned the lesson a long time ago. Brotherhood means nothing.”
“Brotherhood is everything,” Wayne insisted. “You are the one who broke the bonds. And now you’ll be the one to pay the price.”
Wayne drew back his fist.
“Still no idea where your men got to?” Sawyer tossed the question out before Wayne could hit Wyatt. “There’s no good help these days. How many have you lost so far? Is it four or five? How dumb are your men that they can’t find their way around a small building?”
Wayne stopped, his expression changing to something in between rage and trepidation.