Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
My eyes closed somewhere in between his explanation, but when I opened them again, a fury that I’ve never felt before, never knew could exist, flooded through my veins. It seeped into my blood like a raging wildfire, and there was nothing that was going to stop it from getting revenge.
“Show me,” I demanded.
“I can’t. I crashed the site. I have some screen shots though. Here.” She said, offering me her phone with her pictures already opened.
I scrolled through them, one by one, something in me breaking to see all these pictures of my little girl, my baby, on a website that sold children to the highest bidder. Goddammit. Her sweet smiling face was, the one that was so fucking beautiful that it made my heart ache, was in a category that signaled her as ‘Virgin, Caucasian, female, six years old, and blonde.’
“How,” I swallowed thickly. Bile was creeping up my throat, and it wouldn’t stay down long. “How did they find her? How’d she get on her radar?”
“I can answer that.” Max said as he strolled back into the garage and slammed the door so hard it shuttered.
He came back not even thirty seconds later with a smile on his face.
“I won’t be needed. Your woman is taking care of that for me.” He smiled wide.
Something that felt like relief shuttled through me. I didn’t condone violence to women, but I knew that if they’d given me the chance, I would’ve killed Anna with my own bare hands. To know that Shiloh was doing it so I didn’t have to made me burn with love for her.
I looked over Sam’s shoulder as he opened the door, and a small smile graced my face as I saw Anna, still strapped to the chair, getting her face slapped repeatedly by Shiloh’s hand. I loved that woman, not only because she was everything to me, but that she treated my child like she was everything to her.
“Tell me. Now.” She emphasized the word ‘now’ with another slap to the face.
Anna reared back as if she was about to spit, but Shiloh stepped back and to the side, completely avoiding her attempt. “Now, now. That wasn’t very nice. Let’s see if we can come to an agreement.”
***
Shiloh
“Tell me what I want to know!” I yelled, slamming my fist into her face with the entire weight of my body.
The rocking chair rocked back, and then swung back into place where she’d been earlier.
***
An hour earlier
I’d been standing in the backyard earlier, watching Kayla and Janie play on the trampoline talking to James and Winter when I’d heard the sound of glass breaking. Going into the direction of the front door, I came to a standstill when I saw Anna’s face, and her arm trying to get through the broken pane on the door to unlock it.
I was glad I had the alarm off, because otherwise, the police would’ve been here, and I didn’t want them here. Not yet. That woman had some explaining to do, and I could seriously use her presence to my advantage.
Grabbing ahold of her hand as she searched for the lock, I pulled her forward until her face rested against the door panel, and her arm was stretched down, so the sensitive part on the inside of her upper arm was forced into the jagged glass.
When she started to struggle, I causally started a conversation with her, as if she wasn’t hanging there by her fucking arm. “Did you know that you have a major artery that runs along the inside of your arm, right about where your arm is forced in through the glass right now?”
The struggling stopped, but the yelling started, which brought the attention of the girls, who immediately started screaming too. Well, shit.
“I want my freaking kid!” Anna shrieked.
I laughed sardonically. “Yeah, right. I’ll get right on that.”
“Go to the safe room. Go to the safe room.” James was yelling from my discarded iPhone.
Janie’s eyes snapped to my phone that was on the coffee table next to the couch, and then grabbed Kayla’s hand and shuffled her towards the hallway, and then back into her bedroom. I was grateful that James had said to go to the safe room. It hadn’t crossed my mind, although it should’ve.
He’d shown it to me the first day I’d stayed in his house. He’d told me that four years ago, Cheyenne and Janie had needed to hide, and she’d had to resort to the closet since there was nowhere else for her to go, and when he’d gotten home, he’d made a safe room in case the need to use it ever arose again.
“You’re such a fucking bitch. You ruined everything. Do you know how hard it was to get to where I was at, only for your haughty self to show up and ‘supervise?’ You better believe that that girl is leaving with me today. I’ve got my life riding on this.” She hissed, still not struggling.
The throaty roar of a motorcycle ran down from the main highway, and I knew that James was nearly there, although I became concerned when it didn’t stop in front of the house, but quite a bit further away.
“I’ve been waiting for half the damn night for you to be alone. You’re nothing, do you hear me? Nothing!” She shrieked.
“Problem here, darlin’?” A smooth velvety voice asked from behind Anna.
My eyes snapped up, and I smiled when I saw Tiago a.k.a. ‘Kettle’ as my father’s MC referred to him as. He was, for lack of a better word, beautiful. His skin was smooth, perfect, and lightly bronzed. His face was eloquent, sharp lines, and a strong jaw. His nose was perfectly straight, and not a blemish was in sight. Other than the leather vest, the only thing that would keep him from being too perfect was the mohawk that was on top of his head, the sides shaved clean down to the scalp so the inch of brown hair left on his head stood straight up.