Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
The door opens and out he gets.
Anthony. The very same one.
My heart skips a beat and now everything I believed has been confirmed.
Colt pulls out his phone, messaging Western, and within seconds, bikers are appearing out of the darkness with their guns raised.
It’s hard to see from our spot above how Anthony’s face changes, but it’s clear that he knows he’s been caught out, because he attempts to turn and run to his car. He is quickly stopped by Mex, who has him on the ground in seconds. Colt nods to me, and we make our way down. With every passing step, my heart is racing as I think of a million things I want to say to him when I’m finally standing before him.
As we approach, Western pulls him up to his feet, gun pressed to his back.
Turning him towards us, Anthony’s gaze lands on me and I can’t stop myself, I walk right up to him and with a closed fist, punch him right in the nose. He bellows and tries to break free but Western is far too strong. My hand aches, but I wouldn’t change a single thing about the choice I just made.
“Give him another one,” Colt growls.
I do, raising my fist and hitting him again.
It feels good, incredible even.
“Stop,” Anthony barks, blood trickling from his nose.
“I actually thought you were a nice man,” I laugh, bitterly, “but you underestimated me, didn’t you? Did you actually think I wouldn’t figure out who you are?”
Anthony looks concerned as his eyes trail over the group of bikers surrounding him now. Surely, he knows he’s not getting away with this.
“I was doing it for Jeannie,” he tries, his voice raspy.
I snort. “Do not say her name again. You were doing it for money. You saw an opportunity and you took it. Chloe didn’t deserve to be run out of town by a coward like you.”
“Me? She’s the one who hit Jeannie and then got in her fucking car and left. There is only one coward in this scenario and it’s your precious aunt.”
“You could have gone to the police,” I growl, my voice shaky, “you could have made a better choice, instead, you decided you’d blackmail her to get what you wanted. That makes you just as bad as her.”
Anthony shakes his head, a smile creeping across his face. I should have trusted my gut when it came to him, because he gave me a weird vibe and I ignored it. That face definitely belongs to a serial killer.
“You don’t know half of what went down. Here you are defending her honor as if she deserves it. She wasn’t even looking at the road when she hit Jeannie that night, she was staring down at her phone. I saw it but couldn’t get Jeannie out of the way in time.”
“So, you threw yourself off the road. Fuckin’ hero,” Colt growls, his fists clenching by his sides.
“I wasn’t going to die. I had only just met her. I managed to see Chloe get out of her car and I made sure to note her license plate. I was going to report her to the police but...”
“But you thought why not be a giant dick and take money,” I finish for him.
Anthony shrugs. “She set me up for a long time. Then when you came into town, I couldn’t believe my luck. Plus, it really was fun watching you both run around trying to figure out who I was.”
He’s so brazen, so confident.
“You picked the wrong girl,” I snap. “I was never going to give you a damned thing.”
Anthony’s eyes move to Colt. “No, I suppose you can only steal from a club once. Chloe already did that; it would have been too suspicious for it to happen a second time.”
Colt’s eyes flash. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”
“Oh, didn’t you know? Your prospect Bruce made a deal with Chloe to get the money I was asking for. He did what she wanted, gave her a cut and then left town. Gee, for a motorcycle club, you’re really not that smart.”
Colt’s fist lashes out and hits Anthony, so hard the crack can be heard echoing through the night.
Nobody stops him.
My heart is racing because it’s just another blow for Colt to take.
He’s already had enough.
“You won’t be doing this to anyone else anytime soon,” I say, putting a hand on Colt’s arm to try and calm his trembling rage.
“Oh, what are you going to do? Kill me? That’ll land you in a whole heap of hot water,” Anthony taunts. “Don’t you listen to podcasts these days. Nobody gets away with murder.”
I smile, and I know it’s cold and empty. “You haven’t met my biker friends then, have you?”
Anthony’s smile quickly fades.
Because he knows.
Oh, he knows.
It’s the end of the road for him.