Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“I’ll get those waffles for you, and the extra maple syrup.”
She spun away and he watched her walk, as he got to admire the curves of her ass. Sitting back, he kept his eye on Petal before observing the room. There hadn’t been any sign of the Evil Fuckers, but Dirty still had his guard. He didn’t believe Predator was running the show, and he pulled out his cell phone, sending a quick text to Fritz to see if he had anything.
He tapped his fingers on the table, expecting a text back. None came.
Dirty pulled out his cell phone and checked as the minutes ticked by. Still nothing. Perhaps Fritz was sleeping. The man was constantly glued to one form of technology after another.
He didn’t like this, so he quickly pulled up Colt’s name and called him. He knew the man would be at his home, waiting for his delivery, but he needed to know if Warden had given Fritz any other job to do.
“What’s up, man? Are you needing some pointers in how to win back a woman after you fuck up, because I am the king of that.”
“Has Warden got Fritz doing anything?” Dirty asked.
“Nah, he’s on the Evil Fuckers detail, you know that. He’s got names, faces, and working on all the background stuff so we can locate them, and end them. You know this.”
“I just sent a text to Fritz, he’s not responding,” Dirty said.
There was silence.
A long silence.
“I’ll meet you there,” Colt said, hanging up.
Dirty got to his feet and made his way around the counter. He grabbed Petal’s hand, spun her around, and planted a kiss right on her lips.
“I’ve got to take care of some business.” He glanced past Petal, to Tanya. “The waffles I ordered, make sure she eats them, and do not let her try and serve them to anyone else.” He kissed Petal’s temple. “If you do, I will have no choice but to find a way to punish you.”
He made sure only Petal was able to hear his warning, and then with a final kiss, he had no choice but to let her go and make his way out to his bike.
Dirty didn’t dawdle. He hated the loud ringing in his head so fucking loudly, it was getting impossible to ignore. Something bad had happened, and that meant Fritz was in danger.
Riding hard, he covered ground, not caring about the speed limit as he got to the warehouse at the same time as Colt. Both of them saw the problem. The main gates were open.
Fritz never allowed the gates to be freaking open. He and Colt rode in, parked their bikes, and as he climbed off, he reached for his gun.
Colt was on his cell phone, sending out the alert to the rest of the club. It wouldn’t be long before they had backup. Dirty took the lead, making his way to the main door that usually required Fritz to open it, but it had been broken into.
“A small explosive,” Dirty said, seeing the black marks and the sign of the explosion. This wasn’t good.
Entering the main warehouse, they saw the dirtied footprints—again, another sign—and as they got to the main room where Fritz’s screens were, all of them had been shot at. Paperwork was strewn everywhere.
There was no sign of Fritz, but there was a trail of blood, and then Dirty heard it, the pained groan. Turning, they saw Fritz. His arms were above his head. The man was alive.
“They’re gone,” Fritz said, but he struggled to speak.
Blood poured from his mouth and on the ground. Dirty noticed at least three teeth had been pulled. They had tortured Fritz.
“Help me get him down,” Colt said.
They were able to unhook him from the chain and as they did, Fritz cried out.
The man had taken a beating, as there were bruises all over his body. The leather cut had been cut from his body, and whoever had done it, had also taken bits of flesh with it. Dirty had a feeling it wasn’t scissors they had used, but it looked like knife wounds.
This screamed Daemon’s work. The man loved to make another man feel so fucking weak, so helpless.
“Who did this to you?” Colt asked.
“We know who did this,” Dirty said. “It was the Evil Fuckers. We know this.”
“Not Predator,” Fritz said. “Someone else. Someone … we don’t know.”
He looked toward Colt.
“I can’t—”
“No, no, no, Fritz. You don’t get to die,” Colt said. “Come on, man, stay with us. Dirty and I are here. The guys are coming. We’re going to get you out of here.”
“I wouldn’t talk,” Fritz said. “No matter what, I wouldn’t talk.”
His words were a mess. His mouth was pouring blood.
“We’ve got to get him to a hospital.”
Dirty pulled out his cell phone and dialed Petal’s number. They needed a car, and they needed it now.