Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
I made my way back to the compound. My phone hadn’t buzzed since I’d left so I hoped that meant Pain was still in his meeting. I rounded the corner to the beginning of the vast area filled with warehouses, of which the entire Kiss of Death compound was only a small part, and ran straight into Chief Benjamin Roscoe.
“If it ain’t little Miss Nadine Brentner. Fancy meetin’ you here.”
Chapter Thirteen
Pain
Some motherfuckers just didn’t know when to quit.
The rage that had been building in my chest for the past two weeks finally reached its breaking point when I saw Roscoe’s smug face on the security feed, standing over Nadine like some kind of predator who’d just caught his prey. Fuck waiting for Tonio to handle this. Fuck protocol. Fuck everything except getting to that bastard before he hurt my woman again.
“Go,” Knight urged. “I’ll send some guys to get rid of the garbage.”
He’d called me to his office when he’d noticed Nadine leaving the premises. An hour after she’d left. Not only had she slipped past the police, she’d made it past Knight’s security. Which was whole ‘nother problem. Knight called me to his office the second he’d realized what had happened, but Nadine had already been gone over an hour. I’d been looking over his shoulder while he moved through city camera feeds trying to find her.
I tore out of the main clubhouse and jumped on my bike. I’d normally never disrespect my bike or anyone else’s by peeling out in the gravel, but I was past caring. Nadine was the only thing that mattered.
I knew exactly where the break in the fence was, and that it was the perfect place to slip out of the compound. Or into it. I’d been watching it since I got out of prison. Because I strongly suspected the rat in the club who’d let Riot’s woman’s ex-husband inside the compound had been the one to cut the fucking hole in the fence, but that was something I’d deal with later. And confront Knuckles. I revered the man, but we had a traitor in the club, one with an unknown agenda who was willing to sell out our women, and Knuckles had let the guy live among them for months. But I couldn’t think about that right now. Getting to Nadine was my only priority at the moment.
The break in the fence was the only way to get out with any hope of not being stopped immediately by the police. That being said, I wasn’t going to be subtle about this.
Once I was free of the tightest gathering of warehouses, I opened up my Hog and sped toward the fence where I knew the break was. I had to duck and grit my teeth. The first to avoid was the horizontal aluminum bar running through the middle of the fifteen foot fence from taking my fucking head off. The second because the break in the fence wasn’t a hole. It was just what it sounded like. A vertical break in the fence from the middle bar to the ground. So both sides of my body got gouged and torn by the edges of the cut metal.
Once free, I raced to where we’d seen Nadine on the camera. She was on the very back end of the property, where she should have been safe. Yeah. There was no way Benjamin Roscoe found that hole in the fencing accidentally.
I rounded two corners in time to see Roscoe and Nadine facing each other just on the inside of the gate. The second I processed I’d found her, Roscoe backhanded her with a brutal, full-bodied swing. Nadine staggered backward and my world narrowed to the two figures ahead of me.
I. Saw. Red.
My vision tunneled, everything beyond Nadine and Roscoe fading to black. The world slowed down as I watched her stumble, her hand flying to her face, a plastic bag tumbling from her grip. Something inside me snapped. That final thread of restraint I’d been clinging to since prison fucking let go.
I gunned the throttle, the Harley’s engine screaming as I closed the distance. Roscoe’s head whipped around at the sound, his eyes widening as he registered me bearing down on him. Smart enough to recognize danger, he shoved Nadine hard and reached for his weapon.
Had we not been on the edge of a motorcycle club compound, with dozens of motorcycles moving around inside the place at any given time, I doubt I’d have had enough time between him recognizing me as an immediate threat instead of a distant bystander to reach him before he shot me.
Roscoe managed to get off a shot, but a fraction of a second after I hit him with my bike. Fortunately for me, his shot went wide. Unfortunately for him, I hit him dead center.