Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
The woman turned the corner around the building to where the light didn’t shine, and I made my decision, closing the distance between us until there was barely inches separating us. And she was completely unaware.
“You,” I said quietly. She halted, her back tensing. I heard the catch of her breath, and fuck, the fear in that simple sound was like music to my ears. Slowly, she turned to face me, and she swallowed thickly at the sight of me, her eyes catching on my patch. I stepped closer, cocking my head to the side the slightest bit. “What do you want with my sister?” I calmly asked, taking another step forward.
God, the way she trembled in terror.
“N-nothing,” she stammered, taking a step back from me.
A sinister smirk tilted my lips. “Oh, come on, sweetheart. Don’t lie to me. You were just asking about her.”
She shook her head too quickly to be believed—even if I hadn’t overheard her myself. “It was nothing. Just… she’s just an old friend. That’s all.” But her voice trembled, revealing her lie.
I straightened my neck, humming as I took another step closer. She quickly took one back, her eyes widening and turning glassy with horror. She reached for her back pocket, and I smirked.
In a blink, I had my hand around her throat, her back against the wall of the bar, and her wrists pinned above her head. The knife she’d grabbed from her back pocket dropped from her hand as a terrified squeak slipped past her lips. Her blue eyes were wide with fear. Terror. And lust slid through my veins, my cock hardening as the sweet scent of her fear infiltrated my nostrils.
“You came snooping around the wrong place, sweetheart,” I murmured in her ear right before I twisted her around, locking her in a headlock. She fought me, her nails clawing at my arms, her breaths becoming short and choppy as she panicked. I brushed a kiss to her temple, my cock pressing against the swell of her backside. “Go on to sleep.”
She continued fighting me as hard as she could, but her moves grew sloppy and weak as she slowly went under. When she slumped, I caught her limp body in my arms and tossed her over my shoulder before walking across the parking lot to my truck, depositing her in the backseat.
The woman was pretty and damn if I didn’t want to sink my cock into her, but family came first. And after what had happened to Lindsey, we weren’t taking any chances. That accident had almost killed her, and while we knew a rival club was involved, we didn’t know who did it. We all wanted answers.
And Blink—our president?
He wanted revenge.
If this woman knew something, I planned to find out.
And I didn’t give a fuck if I had to torture her to get the answers I needed.
2
Jennifer
My eyes snapped open when cool air washed over my skin, my heart jack hammering in my chest. The chair beneath me was hard and uncomfortable, and my wrists were bound by zip ties to the metal legs. My ankles were in no better shape.
My breath sawed from my lungs. Where the fuck was I? Why…
Oh, fuck.
Carver fucking Rogers. The Sergeant at Arms of the Savage Crows MC. They were a small crew of only four men, but I’d been warned not to come near them, both by my father’s club and everyone in the SCMC’s little town. I should have quit while I was ahead.
But Lindsey… God, Lindsey.
My father, in a fit of rage that the Savage Crows were getting the business from the Chaos Destroyers MC he thought he’d earned fair and square, had targeted her. And I’d been drowning in worry and guilt, wondering if she was okay. If she was alive. There’d been no word of her—almost like she disappeared from the face of the earth. Not a single soul knew if she was alive or dead.
What if he’d killed her? Had Carver taken me as retaliation? Had they figured out who I was and what my dad had done?
Panic clouded my vision and made me sick to my stomach. Swallowing bile, I wriggled against my restraints, terrified I was about to meet the same fate. Because that would be the next step, right? An eye for an eye? My dad killed the president’s old lady, so now, shouldn’t they want to do the same to me since I was the daughter of the president of the Lockheart MC?
But if I got free… what then? Dad would be furious I’d snuck onto the Savage Crows’s territory, and fuck, I was not looking forward to what happened then. He’d treat me the same as the men here would, probably. Beat me black and blue. Treat me like a traitor.
I was just a woman trying to fucking survive. That was it.