Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
If it came to that, I’d take Colter’s knife and take myself out first.
If they wanted to gang-rape me, they’d have to do it with my corpse.
I managed to get an arm free, throwing out my arm, and clawing my nails down one of the guy’s faces.
He snarled.
But as my thumb found his eye and scooped, he screamed and dropped me, stumbling back as he clutched his face, blood seeping between his fingers.
“Fucking bitch,” the man carrying me snarled, dropping me without warning.
My whole body cracked against the cement floor, a million points of pain ricocheting up my body at once.
He leaned down, grabbing the front of my shirt, yanking me up, then landing a blow so hard to my cheek that my vision flashed.
But I managed to stay awake and scramble back as he grabbed his friend and rushed out of the room.
He might live.
But he’d have an empty socket where his eye used to be.
That fact brought me a sick kind of pleasure.
At least if I had to die, I made some of these bastards hurt first.
The door swung closed but didn’t latch.
I pushed up to my knees, my stomach leaping at my luck.
It burst open again a second later, though, knocking hard against the wall.
Then there he was.
Roach.
With his beady-ass eyes and disgusting dirty hair.
What was with these guys and not bathing?
“Well, well, well. She returns home after all,” Roach said, shooting me a slimy smile.
He didn’t bother to close the door behind him.
And I saw her move into the doorway, her big, blocky head tilted to the side, confused by my appearance inside the clubhouse instead of in the bushes where she knew she could find me and some much-needed food.
Her nose sniffed the air, likely scenting the chicken treats that were still shoved in my back pocket.
“Not for the first time,” I told Roach, pleased at the flicker of uncertainty across his face. “We’ve been watching you for weeks. Sad that you didn’t notice all the cameras. There are like a dozen of them. Stupid fucks.”
Another shadow moved in behind him.
The male dog, equally interested.
They both stepped forward, spreading out to either side of Roach.
Roach felt them at his sides, and a wicked smile pulled at his lips, likely thinking that the dogs would scare me.
He might be their owner.
But I’d been the one feeding them, giving them treats, and doing endless belly rubs for the past several nights. I was probably the only kindness they’d ever known in his life.
I slowly moved to stand, feeling pain in all my joints from the drop, from the fight before then. But I’d be damned if he saw how much I was hurting. If he knew how much my heart was breaking. Because if Colter was alive, he’d be in here by now.
He was gone.
So were Saint and Syn if I was here alone.
My heart cracked straight in two even as I panicked about Sugar. Alone in a hotel room. No one to take care of her.
I bit the inside of my lip to keep it from quivering.
This wasn’t over yet, dammit.
I didn’t have to kill all of them.
I just had to get past Roach, get out the front door, and fucking run for my life.
“Stay the fuck down,” Roach snapped, making the female dog jump, like a strike usually followed a tone like that.
If I needed more reasons to want to kill the bastard.
I stood straight and patted my leg.
Then felt my own lips twitch as the dogs both moved to my side, making Roach’s brows pinch in confusion.
“Yeah, they love me more than you,” I said, reaching for a strip of chicken jerky and splitting it in two for them. “Imagine that.”
“You fucking—” Roach started, taking a step toward me.
Until the female dog let out a low, threatening rumble.
His step faltered.
“Seems like they don’t like you threatening me. Wanna see which one wants to rip your throat out more? My money’s on the girl.”
There was a crash somewhere toward the front of the clubhouse, but the rumbling of the angry dog beside me made it hard for me to tell what it could be.
“I’ll put a bullet in each of their heads while you watch,” Roach said. “Then I’ll fuck you on top of their dead bodies.”
His draw was fast.
The gun was out before I even noticed him reaching for his waistband.
Maybe my first thought should have been self-preservation. But I stepped forward toward the gun, trying to wedge my body between it and the dogs.
Because there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he would be as heartless as to shoot them. Then follow through with his plan afterward.
Somewhere in the clubhouse, there was more crashing, cursing, and I vaguely wondered if they were trying to tend to their wounded. Including the guy whose eye I’d fucked up. I could still feel the blood and fluid sticky on my thumb.