Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“What the hell does anyone want with me?” I ask flabbergasted.
Dia clears her throat. “Why did you leave Haywood’s Landing, Emmalee?” I turn to her. “The truth. Not what you want Diem to think.”
I sigh because I really don’t want to say anything in front of Anna. But we need answers to get out of this.
“I got a call from my mother,” I begin, and Dia’s mouth drops open. “I don’t know how much you know of what my dad and Diem’s dad did. I still don’t even know the truth. Anyway, my mom told me there would be some instructions coming. I needed to follow them precisely or she would be hurt. She said my dad did more than I knew about, and they had her.”
“Who is they?” Dia asks.
“Patrick O’Leary,” Anna answers for me.
“How do you know him?” Dia questions her. “Is that who you owe?”
“I owe one of his guys, yes. And I know her dad stole millions from O’Leary in a money scheme that caught up to him and Thomas Reigns.”
“What else do you know,” Dia continues to interrogate.
I’m rather shocked that Anna is even answering questions since she has all the power here.
Before she can answer though, the door flies open, and Dia lunges her body at me pushing me to the bed and covering me with her body while Maritza rolls off the bed yanking Hollis from his mother and down to the ground with her trying to use her body as a shield.
A pop sounds.
I freeze thinking Anna has fired again as I hear a woman’s scream. Twisting my head, I watch Anna fall to the floor with half of her face blown off. Maritza moves to shield Hollis from seeing it as she moans in agony.
“Buddy, close your eyes,” I hear her say.
Dia is lifted off me with a yelp as she’s brought to her feet by a large man in a button up shirt and dress pants. Before I can sort myself, I’m being lifted in the air by another man holding the gun that just ended Anna Jacoby.
“Time for a road trip,” the man holding me states.
“Wait,” I beg. “Maritza and Hollis and Dia aren’t part of this. Let them go and I’ll go with you and do anything I need to without a fight.”
The two men study each other. “There wasn’t supposed to be a kid. Just two women. She was supposed to send the kid back.” They are talking like we aren’t standing right here.
Dia is the one to pipe up still wiggling trying to get free. “Alright fellas, take me and Emmalee. Leave Maritza and the kid.” She’s talking like they didn’t just shoot a woman in the head in front of us. “She’s gonna bleed out and he’s in shock won’t be saying shit.”
Before I can try to argue another man rounds the corner also wearing dress pants and button up shirt. I don’t know who comes to kidnap and kill dressed for church but I’m not about to ask them.
“Take that one,” he points to Dia, “she’s our ticket out of town after. The Hellions will give anything for her.”
Shit.
“Emmalee Van Etten,” he looks to me and approaches. “I have been waiting to meet you. You and I need to take a little trip together. After which I know your mother is dying to see you.”
“Umm, I haven’t seen my mother and I’m not sure what you think I can do for you, mister?” I try to look dumbfounded.
“Patrick O’Leary dear. I’ve tried to let other people handle you and it seems you are quite clever.”
What the fuck am I going to do now?
TEN
WESSON
Boomerism: There is no peace in chaos.
Living life on the edge both in my military career and as a Hellion, I have never been this consumed by fear. Even with my accident, I wasn’t this anxious. Some of the people I love the most are in danger, and I can’t simply fix it.
Truthfully, we are both anxious as we get off the plane. I can only imagine the level of emotions plaguing Karma right now. Hollis is his whole world even above the club. He is the man he is today because he’s Hollis’s dad.
In these couple of hours, we have been out of reach, what may have changed? We have to get out of here, get an update, and make a plan. Having no carry-ons or luggage we don’t have to go to baggage claim. Grab a ride share or taxi and get to our family. My adrenaline pumps knowing we are close, not only to Emmalee, but to getting Dia, Maritza, and Hollis.
Family is everything.
I just hope my chair doesn’t hold Karma up more than it already has. Time is everything in these situations and dealing with the stops for me to transfer matter. It kills me inside. I want nothing more than to take off running right into the situation.