Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Nicole cries out and I see Dom jerk around just as a guy buries a knife into his arm. Nicole screams and jumps on the man’s back, trying to pull him away from Dom. I scramble over to Dom to help him. He’s trying to get up but by the time he is steady enough to stand, the man is running back to the van. Nicole is half on his back, the upper part of her body draped over his front. She’s hitting him, but he has an arm around her head in a way I’m pretty sure Nicole can’t breathe because her hits stop just as he gets to the van and throws her in.
Dom shoots at the man and gets him, but the van takes off—his mother crumpled in the back. Dom doesn’t blink, he just runs toward it. His gait is uneven, and I know the stab wound is bad because he’s leaving a trail of blood behind him. He shoots at the tires of the van, then runs to get on his bike, looking back at me. “Thea, call the club. Tell them what happened. Tell them to get Dad out here now!” he hollers. He starts his bike and takes off. I can’t even hear his bike. The air is filled with screams and police sirens.
My hands tremble as I get my cell out of my purse and call the club.
“Savage Brothers.”
Vaguely I register that it’s Dragon on the phone. I have so much to say to him, but I can only get one sentence out. “D-D-Dom t-t-told me t-t-to c-c-call.”
“Thea? Is this you? What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asks. I can hear him yell to the men to load up. “Thea, where are you?”
“Wom-m-mens clinic d-d-downtown,” I answer, feeling cold all the way through.
“Ma’am? Are you hurt? Is this your blood?” I hear a voice ask and look up to see a cop standing over me.
“N-no. It’s my boyfriend’s.”
“Thea, ignore him, talk to me,” Dragon orders, and I do it immediately. “A van pulled up and started shooting and … and …”
“Thea, sweetheart, put Dom on the phone.”
“I c-c-can’t … he followed the kidnappers.”
“Kidnappers? Who did the men get?” Dragon says, his voice deadly.
“Gabby and …”
“Thea?” he prompts, and somewhere in my subconscious, I can tell that our phone conversation has switched over to Bluetooth. He’s on his way. He’ll save everyone. He’s done it before. Dad told me stories over and over. “Thea,” Dragon snaps.
“Dragon, they have Nicole.”
The phone goes dead, but I know he heard me. That’s when I lose it. Tears are blinding my sight. I know there’s a police officer and a paramedic talking to me, but I can’t respond. I can’t stop crying. It’s impossible. I just rock back and forth as the shock takes over. I lift my hand up to dry some of my tears and I see nothing but red on them. It’s Dom’s blood. I lose my breath and cry out in my misery.
Please God, let Dragon save them…
Dragon
Dragon, they have Nicole.
Those words are on an eternal loop. Thea’s normally sweet voice is like a death knell, bringing pain and destruction with every syllable. The pain and panic swell together like a fucking tornado, making it impossible to breathe.
I called Dom immediately, and he told me what direction the van was heading and the plate number. I could hear the same panic laced in his words that I’m feeling. I’m damn proud of him at the same time. He was doing everything he could. I have to get her back. I have to. I can’t live without her.
I shake my head, ignoring the stinging in my eyes. I have to focus. I can breakdown after I have my woman back. And I will get her back. I’m leading the pack with Bull and Dancer right behind me, followed by Breaker, Raze and Killer. The others are at the club, waiting for instructions. As they round the curb on old route 80—the road my boy said he was on, my heart stops for the second time today. There, in the middle of the road, is Dom. His bike is on its side, trapping him underneath. I park and immediately jump off, jogging over to him. Bull is there, too. He lifts the bike off while I help Dom stand, and we pull them both to the side of the road. This road doesn’t get a lot of traffic, but that doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous as hell.
There’s blood everywhere on the road, the bike, and all over Dom’s clothes. That’s when I see the wound on his shoulder. It’s a fucking knife wound, and it’s leaking like a sieve.
“Jesus, how much blood have you lost?” I bark. Dom’s physically weak and his eyes are dilated. I quickly throw my cut to the ground. I yank off my shirt, bunching it up and pressing it hard against the wound, keeping the pressure constant.