Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Allison—” Mikhail starts to growl but I cut him off.
“Wait. Do you hear that?” I ask, my ears picking up the sound of motorcycles rumbling in the distance.
“The cavalry is almost here,” Poster Boy snickers.
“Just in time,” I grin as I lift my boot and then press it down on Mikhail’s groin.
Mikhail grabs my leg to protect himself, just like I knew he would.
Gleefully, I grind my boot a little and remind him, “You’re going to die if you don’t let go of me.”
“In the head, right?” Poster Boy asks, sounding deadly serious now.
“Yes, in the head,” I confirm.
“Fuck you, Allison!” Mikhail roars as he lets go of my leg and drops his arms back down to the floor.
Pushed past the last of my self-control, I lift my leg and scream, “Fuck you, motherfucker! How does it feel to know if you fight back, you die?!”
Then I slam my boot down into his balls, using my heel to grind them into the floor.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Coy
Somewhere deep in my fucking gut, I know shit ain’t right. If Allie was running from danger, she’d have taken my son with her.
And knowing that, I’ve got this awful feeling that she’s running to danger, especially with Jude in the fucking van with her.
“God fucking dammit,” I snarl as I tear out of the parking lot of the crematorium, feeling the ass of my bike fishtail to the side.
Flashbacks of Allie lying in a coma slam into me from all sides.
I experience the pain and anguish of the one person in this world who meant something to me, who understood me, who got past my walls, lying broken in a hospital bed, all over again.
Her brain locking the world around her out.
Throttling the gas harder, I feel the wind ripping at my face, tearing away all the happiness and clarity that I’d finally fucking found.
Behind me, I hear the loud roar of the bikes keeping pace with me. Each man behind me following their leader into what could quite possibly be a certain hell.
Hell for me at least, because if I lose my Allie again, I’ll fucking crumble.
Graveyard, Whitey, and Grem follow me down the long, winding back roads of Kentucky. The hills echoing the howling around us.
I feel fucking naked as I get closer to Allies house. I don’t know what I’m getting into and Poster Boy had to cut the call when he got closer to her van.
I don’t know anything, and I feel fucking naked for it.
What I see when I turn up the drive to her house doesn’t make sense. The whole bottom floor of the house is brightly lit, and her van is literally sitting on top of a body. Another corpse is laid out on the side of it…
What the fuck?
Heart pounding, I throttle up the bike again as I race to the front door of the house. Slamming on my brake, I shut the engine down and hear Allie screaming about something from inside of the building.
There are even more corpses dressed in suits around the front door and in the yard.
I can hear Poster Boy shout something while laughing.
What. The. Fuck.
The rest of the guys pull up behind me, and I motion for Gremlin and Graveyard before I point to the surrounding area. “Check the perimeter, figure out who the fuck these guys are.”
“On it!” Graveyard says and slinks off, disappearing into the darkness.
Graveyard’s a creepy motherfucker like that. Spent too many years in the military doing shit he won’t talk about.
Grem trots in the other direction, leaving me and Whitey alone.
“Poster?” I shout at the house as I carefully make may way up the front steps.
Everything in me wants to freak the fuck out and burst through the door like a fuckin’ maniac, but I can’t. Not yet.
Not if it risks Allie.
“In here, Pres! Come on in!” Poster Boy shouts out to us.
Thank whatever lucky fucking stars.
Opening the door, I keep my Glock pulled out and down to my side. Just because he says it’s safe doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep my gun ready.
At first what’s goin’ on inside the house mystifies me.
There’s a man in a chair who looks like he’s been tortured.
And there’s a guy in a suit on the floor, getting his balls stomped on by Allie. He’s totally takin’ it like a bitch, too, and he looks like he’s about to pass the fuck out.
Leaning against the wall beside me, Jude is grinning. His face looks almost manic as he watches Allie.
Again. What. The. Fuck.
“How’s it feel to lay there and fucking take it, you fucking bitch?!” Allie screams, her voice ragged and gasping for air. “How’s it feel to not have a choice? Do you think this is how I felt when you raped me?!”
“Allie!” I shout as I move quickly to her.