Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Jonas,” he responds, giving me a small smile, “and it was no trouble.”
Jonas helps Luna clean up my leg, and they assure me it’s only a graze. My eyes move to Western who is standing by the bar, arms crossed over his chest, just watching me. He hasn’t spoken a single word to me, not one. The fact that he didn’t rush over to help, or doesn’t even look a little concerned that I could have been killed, is the icing on the cake. It hurts more than I could have ever imagined.
Little by little, I know my heart is shutting down.
Fury approaches, Colt by his side, and the two of them stand in front of me.
Preparing myself for the lecture that’s about to come, I hang my head and wait.
“We need to talk,” Fury tells me, his voice gruff.
“We’re done here,” Luna says, placing a bandage over the grazes on my knee and stepping back.
“Follow,” Colt orders, turning and walking off down the hall, Fury and Western falling in step behind him.
I guess I don’t get a choice.
I look to Luna, and her eyes follow the three men before coming back to me. “You don’t have to go.”
I exhale, standing. “Yeah, I do. I won’t be long.”
She nods as I hobble down the hall after them. We reach a room at the back, and Fury stands at the door, waiting for me to step inside. Once I’m in, he closes it, and I’m faced with three very angry bikers. I’m not certain exactly what it is they’re expecting me to say, but I’m more than sure they’re not about to help me. They’ve made that abundantly clear.
“You need to tell us what you know,” Colt orders. Gone is the man I met before all of this came out. “We need to know exactly how much you found out about this, who is involved, and what information you have.”
I clench my jaw. They’re not willing to help me, now they’re demanding help in return.
“Why should I tell you anything?” I ask, crossing my arms. “You’ve made it clear I’m not welcome here, that I’m on my own, so why would I share?”
Colt steps forward, his eyes so cold I take a step back. “It isn’t them you should be fuckin’ afraid of, Bonnie. I can do far worse.”
“If threatening me is how you wish to get your answers, go ahead. You think I’m not going to end up hurt one way or the other? They want my blood, so get in line,” I mutter.
Colt holds my gaze, but I don’t back down.
“I won’t ask again. What the fuck did you find out?”
It’s in this moment, I decide I’m not telling them a damned thing. Whatever they’re involved in, whatever the other side is involved in, I am going to find out, but I’m not going to do it because I’m afraid; I’m going to do it for Braithe, and for all the other kids out there who are tangled up in this mess.
“Whatever you read in the article that I didn’t post, is all I know.”
“You’re fuckin’ lying,” Western grinds out.
I look to him, shaking my head in bitter disappointment. “Well, according to you I’m a liar anyway, so what’s one more to add to the list? Are we done here? I want to go home.”
Colt steps up close, his intimidating frame almost enough to make me back down. Almost. “We’re not done.”
“I say,” I grind out, now wavering, “we are.”
Turning on my heel, I make my way toward the door. Colt’s hand lashes out and grips my upper arm, spinning me around so fast I stumble but he doesn’t let me fall. He holds me so tightly that a little fear grips my chest. He wouldn’t hurt me, would he? I swallow, but I don’t back down, even though I’m now seeing just how dangerous these guys actually are.
“Leave this room, and you won’t like what I do.”
“Remove your hand,” I grind out, my voice shaky.
Colt jerks me closer and it hurts. “Do not fuckin’ dictate to me, lady.”
Fucking pig.
I liked him, until now.
“Let. Me. Go.”
“Release her,” Western orders.
Colt glares at Western, but he does as he asks. He releases me.
“You will tell us what we want to hear or we’re goin’ to have a big fuckin’ problem.”
Western’s voice is like a whip.
I’m done.
So done.
I turn slowly, my stomach in knots as I look him in the eye. “You know what, we already have a problem. We have a problem because not once have you stopped to listen to me. Did I screw up? Yes, I did. But I did it because I thought it might just save you. I’m walking out of here with you on my back, but what does it matter, my life is far from safe. The fact that you can stand there and look at me like what we shared was nothing, is heartless. I get it, you had a rough time, but are you so ruined that you can’t even show any kind of emotion for the life of someone you once cared about?”