Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
I open my eyes, staring up at Hound.
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to cut off anymore toes ... yet. I sent that one to Jackson—I’m looking forward to his response. Until then, you’re going to stay here. Don’t think of trying anything, because I will kill you if you do.”
“You’re going to kill me anyway,” I croak.
He grins. “Smart girl, but it will be your choice how painful that death is.”
“All of this for Hogan,” I mutter, trying to shift my body into a better position. “He wouldn’t have cared if you lived or died. He only cared about himself. And here you are, pathetically trying to take back a club that we killed.”
Hound’s eyes flash, and I know I’ve hit a nerve.
It’s stupid, I know that, but I’ve had about enough of this man ruining everything. If he’s going to kill me, I’m not going to make it easy for him. Swallowing down my fear, I hold his eyes, my expression stern.
“Hogan was my family, and you and your filthy little club took that from me. Just because your precious daddy didn’t care about you, doesn’t mean he wasn’t important to me.”
“Were you two lovers?” I mock. “Is that why you’re so cut up about all of this?”
He bares his teeth at me, and I know I’m pushing all the wrong buttons.
Fuck him.
“Be careful, girl. You know what I’m capable of.”
“Yes, you’ve informed me. Cut off my toes, my fingers, my head, I don’t fucking care. Jackson will never give you his territory, and he’ll make sure you and whatever little club you’ve managed to scrape together are dead before you ever get close.”
“I have what matters most to Jackson,” he snaps, agitated. “He’ll give me whatever I fucking want.”
“You tell yourself that.”
His boot flies out and connects with my jaw, sending me straight back down to the concrete floor. I open my mouth, smothering the scream that is trapped in my throat as my world spins. Blood pools in my mouth as my head throbs from being slammed against the ground. I don’t move. I don’t even breathe.
I fight the pain.
I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“I’ll make you wish you were never born, cunt.”
With that, he’s gone.
I poked the bear.
And I’m completely okay with it.
20 – Jackson
“Jacks, you need to calm down.”
Every single item on my desk goes flying, things smash against the wall, chairs break, windows shatter, and I don’t fucking care. I can’t think straight, I can’t breathe, because I just got my woman’s toe delivered to me in a fucking box. That cunt will kill her, and there isn’t a single thing I can do right now to stop him hurting her.
“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down,” I bellow in Spike’s direction, launching a lamp past his head. “I should have never let her go. That fucker is goin’ to kill her, and I can’t stop him.”
“We can and will stop him, you just gotta calm it for a fuckin’ second so we can figure this out.”
“He cut off her fuckin’ toe!”
“And we’ll fuckin’ cut off his damn head if we have to, but brother, you gotta chill or we are goin’ to run out of time.”
The door opens and Cade, Muff, and Fynn step in. Their faces are sombre, and their bodies stiff. None of us like the situation we’re in, but Spike is right, I have to calm down or Serenity won’t come out of this.
“I promised her she wouldn’t get hurt,” I grind out, my body heaving as I try to steady myself.
“We’ll get her, boss,” Cade assures me. “We got a plan.”
“Tell me,” I order, fists clenched so hard I can feel the skin breaking on my palm as I dig them into my own flesh.
“We’ve got the sister,” Muff explains. “In the shed.”
I stare at him, lost. “What?”
“Gerard’s sister, we’ve got her. Then, we’re goin’ to get him. We’re goin’ to force him to confess and have him arrested, then, we’re goin’ to find Hound and we’re goin’ to make it look like Serenity killed him to escape. He’ll be gone, she’ll be clear, and we’ll be done with this shit,” Muff explains.
It’s not a bad plan. Two birds, one stone.
That’s if we can find Serenity.
“How the fuck are we goin’ to do all of this before Hound kills her?” I grind out.
“Hound wants somethin’ off you, let him think he might be able to get it,” Spike growls. “It’ll give us time. We’re tryin’ to track the phone she had in the truck with her. We’ll find him.”
“Show me where this woman is,” I order.
We leave the room and move down to the shed. When I open the door, Gerard’s sister is tied to a chair, her eyes wide with fear as she looks around. I don’t hurt women as a rule, but fucked if I will let this bitch go when Serenity’s life is on the line. Gerard is going to own up to his shit, or I’ll find him and kill him myself.