Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
He decided to go for the biggest of the two, the more muscular. If he suffered the pain, the weaker of the two always caved. This was just the way things worked.
Smiling at the asshole, he brought out his knife and slammed it through the guy’s palm. The screaming started, and Bull wasn’t done. He wanted answers and these men were going to give them to him.
By the time his club and William arrived, the smaller guy was starting to blab, giving up Julio’s location.
It was his lucky day because Julio had a plan to grab Maddie. It would seem his little trip on Thanksgiving didn’t go without notice.
The two men ended up with a bullet in their heads.
As he tried to call Grant, no one answered. Panic filled Bull. Nothing could happen to his woman or his brother.
He had to go save them.
Chapter Twenty
“You are a pretty thing, I’ll give Bull that. The pictures of you never did you justice,” the man with the scars down his face said as he ran a blade across her cheek.
Fear had already come, and the feeling wouldn’t stop.
She couldn’t even pretend to put a brave face on because she was so scared. Grant was passed out in the corner after being hit over the head with a crowbar. They’d been out walking the dogs when this large black van had come to a stop.
Grant had fought hard, but one hit with that thing, and he’d gone down as if he was nothing.
Tears filled her eyes as the point of the blade was pressed against her cheek.
“Yes, that’s it, cry for me. I have to say, Bull is a surprise to me. He’s usually a man who doesn’t have any weakness, but when it comes to you, you’re his weakness.”
She turned to him and shook her head. “I’m not his anything. Bull will not come for anyone but his brother.”
“Ah, that’s where you’re mistaken. I’ve seen the way he is with you.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Oh, I’m wrong? So I’m wrong about Bull visiting you on Thanksgiving?”
Maddie thought about the kiss and denied it. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He brought the back of his hand across her face. “You be careful how you speak to me.”
Pain rushed through her head as Grant’s cell phone went off in the background. She groaned, feeling a little sick from the pain.
Julio tutted. The men had called him by that name.
She wanted to know if Grant was okay.
Julio moved toward Grant.
“Leave him alone,” she said.
He began to pat down his body, and Maddie attempted to wriggle out of the ropes that bound her.
Grant didn’t deserve to be hurt. He was an asshole and part of her still hated him, but he’d tried to protect her. He was the one who had told her to run. One of Julio’s men had captured her and dragged her back to the van by her hair.
She’d screamed at the pain, but it hadn’t stopped her captor. He’d been the one to throw her into the van, tie her up, and now she was at the mercy of Julio. It didn’t take a genius to work out that Julio wasn’t friends with Bull.
Julio slammed his boot into Grant’s back just before he moved away.
Maddie yelled for him to stop.
“Ah, look at this, it’s the besotted brother now.” Julio pressed the cell phone’s button. Bull’s voice filled the room.
“Grant, are you there? I need you to get Maddie the hell away from the shelter. Unleash the fucking dogs if you have to.”
“Aw, this sounds like such true love,” Julio said.
Silent static filled the air.
“Julio.”
“That son of a bitch is there. I’m going to fucking kill him.”
Maddie didn’t recognize that voice.
Julio did. “Ah, Mr. William Ranford. Enjoying the little drug investigation going down in your area? It didn’t take much for the cops to pick up your scent.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“Oh, enough. We both know that isn’t possible right now. I’ve got two little treasures in my possession.” Julio advanced toward her. “One of them is unconscious, but I’ve got another right here.”
She screamed as he grabbed a fist full of her hair, tugging it back.
“Maddie, why don’t you say hello.”
He pulled even harder on her hair to the point she knew some was going to be yanked out if he didn’t stop.
“Hello,” she said.
“Maddie, fuck! If you fucking touch her, I’m going—”
It was the wrong thing for Bull to say because Julio let go of her hair, brought back his knife, and slashed her across the face.
She screamed. With no way to defend herself, she was at this crazy man’s mercy.
“That is your first strike, Bull. The next one might be her throat. Tell them what I just did, Maddie.”
She swallowed around the lump in her throat. The blood from her cheek seeped down her neck to her shirt. “He slashed my cheek.”