Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
“Goddammit,” Blink snarled. He pointed a finger at me. “If you fucking die, Grit…”
“Not dying,” I promised. “Fucking world can’t get rid of me that easily.”
And then, I was gone, hurrying out of the clubhouse and sprinting to my bike. Nicole didn’t have much time, which meant I didn’t either if I wanted any hope of saving her before they tortured her—or worse, killed her.
And I was not losing that woman before I ever had a fucking chance to have her.
4
Grit
Since I was a bit of a stalker who looked up Nicole’s address in the phone book a few days ago, I knew where to go. Which meant I made it there before my brothers did. Two bikes were in her yard, and her car was still sitting in the driveway. Her front door was closed but not all the way, letting a sliver of light out onto the porch.
I knew Nicole wouldn’t have left that door ajar. Just as I knew if she wasn’t inside, the Lockheart MC members wouldn’t have stuck around either. Which meant they were inside… with her.
I got off my bike, and with my gun in my hand, I made my way into her house. I had no doubt they’d heard me pull up, so I stayed close to the walls of the house to shield myself. When I got to the front door, I pushed it in, then slowly made my way inside, my boots silent on her linoleum floors. Her shoes were by the front door, but there were boot prints making their way around the corner and into what appeared to be the kitchen.
The sound of Nicole gagging and crying reached my ears. My heart pounded faster, adrenaline surging through my veins, but I kept my bearings. I was on my own until the other three got there, which meant I needed to play this safe. Be careful. Keep a level head on my shoulders so I didn’t get both me and Nicole killed.
I kept close to the wall and dropped into a crouch. Her kitchen led straight into the living room, and I could see her on her knees on the floor. The president had her dark curls wrapped around his fist, and he was fucking her throat, uncaring that she was pushing against him and crying.
Without a beat of hesitation, I leveled my pistol and shot him clean between the eyes.
He stopped for a moment, then dropped to the floor with a loud thud. His fingers, which were still tangled in Nicole’s hair, dragged her to the floor with him. The other member rushed out of the bathroom, his dick still hanging out of his jeans from taking a piss, and I shot him, too, dropping him where he stood.
Tucking my gun back into its holster, I ran forward and helped free Nicole, then dragged her into my arms. She collapsed against me, wails leaving her abused throat as she clung to my cut. Her face was red and blotchy, and snot was running from her nose. But I didn’t care about any of that. She was safe, and while I fucking hated myself for not getting there sooner, she was safe now.
They hadn’t killed her. And since she was fully clothed, they hadn’t done more than force her to suck his dick either.
“I’m here,” I rasped, holding her tightly. “You’re safe now, sunshine. I’ve got you.”
“They—they—” She could barely talk through her tears and panic. My heart clenched in my chest. Why did our shit have to touch her? Another fucking innocent? She was targeted solely for having a fucking conversation with me.
The sound of Blink, Carver, and Carter riding onto her property reached my ears. She tensed, her breathing coming too quick, a sure sign of a panic attack. “It’s okay,” I assured her. Gripping her face in my hands, I forced her eyes to lock on mine. “It’s just my brothers, you hear me? They’re just here to help us and clean up this mess.”
“B-Blink?” she stuttered.
I nodded, soothing my thumbs over her tear-stained skin. “Yeah, sunshine. Blink, Carver, and Carter—my brothers. They’re not going to hurt you. No one will fucking hurt you again,” I swore. She was mine now. Mine to protect. And over my dead body would anyone harm her again.
Blink stepped inside first, and his jaw tightened as he stared at the two dead bodies on the floor. Finally, he looked at me. “Start talking, Grit.”
“They were fucking raping her, Blink.” Blink’s eyes turned dark and stormy. What they’d done to Nicole had been rape. Didn’t matter they didn’t have her naked. Didn’t matter they didn’t violate her with a cock inside her vagina. The fucking president had forced her to suck his cock. That was fucking rape in my eyes. “I killed the president, then killed the other mother fucker before he could shoot me or her.”