Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
We’d been hitting the streets every night after dark patrolling and looking for his ass. The word had spread that we were on the job along with some friends who likes to join us on these little missions.
At least our neighbors and the people in the neighboring county could sleep a little better at night and not have to worry about their babies being harmed by these fucking monsters.
“I think I’m gonna call it a day boys.” It was about a week after the whole ordeal. Work was pretty much done on our latest and it would be a few days before we had to get going on the new orders.
“You guys should head on out as well, maybe we’ll do something this weekend it’s supposed to be nice out.”
“Sounds like a plan…oh wait Colt we can’t. The women are going to be busy.”
“Busy doing what?” I tried to remember if Kat had mentioned anything to me but nothing came.
“The shower’s this weekend didn’t your mom tell you?”
“Shit I forgot. I guess I’ll be seeing you fools either way then.”
Damn, that means Elena’s gonna be riding my ass from tonight with her errands shit. I checked my watch. Fuck! It was too late to rush home and steal a piece before the rugrats got off the bus.
Oh well, I can still steal some alone time with my girl. It’s been a while since I spent any length of time just kissing her and feeling her up.
She likes that shit the freak. My phone rang on my hip and I pulled it before getting on my bike. I heard the others leaving the shop behind me as I read the screen.
Speak of the devil. I smiled and answered. “Hey baby, I was just thinking about you.” Is she crying?
“Kat what the fuck, what happened?”
Chapter 14
“Colton something’s wrong, Catalina didn’t get off the bus.”
“What the fuck are you saying? Where are the others?”
“Everyone else is here except her.”
“And they didn’t notice that she wasn’t on the bus?”
“They did but the driver refused to stop the bus.”
I’d already pulled my little gadget. “I’m on it Kat no worrying.” I hung up and called for my guys as I headed for my bike.
My heart started beating right again when I saw the little red dot that showed me where she was.
“Someone grabbed my kid let’s go.” They mounted up and we headed out.
There were no other thoughts in my head, only getting to her and dealing with whomever the fuck had taken her. I knew it wasn’t anyone we knew, because no one would take one of my kids without me, or their mother knowing.
Just who it could be was making me sick in the gut. I clenched my hands around the handlebars and willed myself to breathe. The warmth of my blood turned ice cold. This fuck is dead!
I heard my guys talking to me in my headset, could feel the rumble of their bikes blended with mine. I refuse to let panic set in, did not let myself think or imagine what my little girl was feeling.
We were five minutes away from wherever the fucker was and I couldn’t get there fast enough. I saw the old beat up truck up ahead and pushed my bike even harder.
I went around and turned, heading back for him while my boys closed in from behind. He didn’t have any choice but to stop when I pointed my glock at him through the windshield.
He swerved and ran into the ditch. I dropped my bike still running and ran for the truck. Pulling the door open I slugged the fuck in the face and threw him to the ground.
She was laying in the backseat covered with an old blanket. I pulled her out and held her close while my heart beat me to death.
“Daddy?” she was groggy, half asleep. Motherfucker drugged my kid. “Daddy’s right her baby. You’re fine now, you’re safe.” I cleared the tears from my throat and squeezed her.
When my brave little warrior hiccoughed and whimpered in my arms, I fought back the tears. I turned to the asshole that looked like my boys had already started in on him.
“Take him to our place I gotta get her to the hospital. I called her mother as I headed back to my bike. “Kat, baby, I’ve got her, I’m taking her to the hospital. Stop crying baby fuck! I can’t do this if you’re gonna go soft on me.”
“She kept crying and I knew she was barely hanging on by a thread. My pregnant wife! “Listen to me, the only time you’re allowed to be soft is in my bed. Under me, over me, in front of me. You get it? Now pull your shit together and think of my kids you’re carrying.”
She sniffled one last time and took a deep breath. I held my own hoping that she could hang in there until I got to her. “What do you need me to do?” Thank fuck! Thank you!