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 was starting to understand things weren’t going to go as planned.
Wayne turned to Sawyer. “Who’s back there?”
Sawyer shrugged. “They’re your men. I don’t know their names. I would probably call them something offensive like Bloated Asshole and Dude with No Hair.”
It’s what he did call them in his head.
Wayne’s eyes narrowed. “I mean who is back there and what are they doing to my men?” He looked over at the pool table bikers. “Tiny and Ed, go and make sure the jammer’s still working.” He snarled when they hesitated. “And kill anyone you find.”
Sawyer felt comfortable neither Tiny nor Ed would be able to find Henry and Elisa if they didn’t want to be found. But they would have been watching and listening.
The men strode to the back.
Two more down. The odds were getting better all the time.
“I don’t know what you think you’re going to find, but I hope it’s not your men wrecking my stuff,” Sawyer insisted.
“My men are well trained, Sawyer. You should know since you used to be one,” Wayne reminded him.
“I was there for one reason and one reason only.” Sawyer kept his hands down. The zip ties were holding on by a thread thanks to Sabrina’s help. If there weren’t so many guns involved, he would wrap his hands around Wayne’s throat and squeeze until the man turned blue.
“Yeah, you were there for a brother who no longer gives a shit about you,” Wayne pointed out. “So you thought you could take mine. Here’s the truth, Sawyer. You shouldn’t care about your shit because you’re not going to be alive to enjoy it. I was never going to let any of you live. I’m going to torture the two of you until Wyatt can’t take it no more and gives me what I want. Then I’ll put him out of his miserable existence, and I won’t think about him ever again. I thought I would start with the teacher, but you’ve pissed me off enough. I think we’ll begin with you.”
Sawyer was perfectly content even though he knew the next few minutes were going to hurt like a motherfucker. The pain would be his and not Sabrina’s. He could handle anything as long as she was safe.
He felt movement behind him and got ready to take whatever they threw his way.
And then something was being thrown, though it wasn’t a punch. It was a bottle of… Was that the good vodka? Damn it. Lark could have thrown the cheap stuff, but no, she had to pick the French vodka Taggart’s wife liked.
It hit the back wall and sort of exploded, the drapes going up as quickly as he’d expected.
“Wyatt, cover her,” he yelled as he kicked back in the chair, pulling his hands apart and hitting the guy straight behind him. It caused him to stumble to the side which turned out to be a good thing since he narrowly avoided the bullet flying by him. He felt a slight burning sensation but no blinding pain.
Wayne was done playing. Sawyer heard another bottle slam against the far wall and someone screamed. The lights went out. Henry and Elisa had apparently been making plans. The darkness gave him some cover, though he could hear the bullets starting to fly.
Two walls were clearly on fire now, and Sawyer rolled to his right, getting under the table he’d sat at with Sabrina. He needed to figure out where Wyatt had her. He would do whatever it took to get Sabrina out. Blue lights suddenly made a ghostly appearance through the smoke.
Nate. Nate was here, and now all they had to do was get the fuck out with their lives and this would be over.
“You should probably try to get out the back,” Sawyer yelled at Wayne over the chaos. The front door had already been thrown open as several of the bikers and the women they’d brought with them started to run. Sure enough, a couple took off for the back.
The bullets were flying all around them.
Sabrina was out there. She could get hit. Damn, now that he was here, fear took over. Not for himself. He was terrified he could lose her or Wyatt.
Then Sawyer felt the chill of metal at the back of his head.
“You get up real slow now,” Wayne warned. “Otherwise I might accidently blow your fucking head off. I need a hostage if I’m going to get out of here, and the little lady has left the building.”
A wild sense of relief swept through him. Sabrina was safe. He wasn’t, but it didn’t matter. The people he loved were safe, and that was everything. The rest, well, he would trust Nate and Elisa and Henry to get him out of the current shitty situation he found himself in. The heat was starting to pulse through the bar like a dragon breathing fire. Smoke rolled in, threatening to choke him.