Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“We’ll go,” Ty said, voice rough, but resigned. While his partners nodded and sniffled.
“Yeah, you will,” Fallon said.
I saw it the second before it happened.
His finger going to the trigger, then pulling.
I swear I watched in slow motion as the bullet sliced through the air, then lodged in Ty’s hand. Blood erupted with the man’s yells.
“Thieves don’t get off Scot-free around here. Now get fucking packing.”
With that, he gave Perish a nod, then handed him his gun, even though I knew he had at least three on him.
And we were gone.
“Should we be leaving him here alone?” I asked. We were a crew. We never acted alone. Especially if we were outnumbered.
“I’m sending Nave and Sully over too,” he said, already on his phone to do just that. “Tell me about Mandy and Kerri,” he demanded as we got into the SUV.
“The night of the attack, Lexy and Lottie went to Redemption.”
“Telling me shit I know,” he said, pulling out of the street.
“Lottie had her friends, but she also made friends with two new girls at the club. Mandy and Kerri.”
“The fuck we gonna do about the girls?” he mumbled to himself, since we didn’t fuck with women. Not even when they had it coming.
“Could send the girls to scare them,” I said, shrugging. I doubted they needed to be hurt, just scared, just reminded not to fuck with a bunch of criminals. “Let them know there is shit to fear. If not from us, then from the other crews.”
“True,” he said, sighing as he made his way through town, looking for Ty’s brother, Trey.
“Hey,” I said when he cut the headlights and parked. “I wanna do this alone,” I said, looking over at him.
“Finn, I—“
“I get it. It’s your job to look after me. But I’m not a fucking kid anymore,” I reminded him.
“Ma will skin me alive if something happened to you because I stayed in the car.”
“So stand outside,” I said, shrugging. “But I want to do this by myself. For Lexy,” I added.
To that, he sighed.
“Fine. But if shit sounds sideways, I’m coming in.”
“Fine,” I agreed.
With that, we fell silent as we approached the house.
It was a small cape that had definitely seen better days. Likely when the parents were still alive. Now, it was in worse shape than Ty’s place, which was a wreck.
Inside, a TV was playing, a cheesy, excessive laugh track running every minute or two.
I ducked down low under the front window, then made my way up the cement front steps, before reaching for the door knob, glad when I felt it turn in my hand.
I gave my brother a nod, then sucked in a deep breath.
I closed my eyes for a long second, remembering the look of Lexy in that field, of the aftermath when I saw her at work, then pulling the glass out of her feet, and, finally, the aftermath at the studio, when I’d shown up just to see her, just because I’d missed her, and found her scared and worried with a nasty-ass welt on her back from this fucker.
When the rage was boiling through my veins again, I yanked the door open, and charged inside.
To find the fucker on his cracked leather couch, holding a bag of frozen peas to his throat.
Lexy had mentioned whipping him with the belt before he’d taken it from her then used it against her. Guess he was hurting because of it.
Good.
He was about to be hurting a whole fuckuva lot more than that.
His head whipped over, eyes uncomprehending for a second before recognition hit.
“You,” he said, jumping to his feet.
“Yeah, me, fucker. She told you that you were in trouble,” I said, smiling as my hand curled into a fist. I wasn’t going to kill him fast and easy. I wanted him to be hurt first. To be terrified. To know a hint of what he’d done to Lexy. Then and only then would I end his sorry life. “Think she slightly undersold how much,” I added, tucking my gun away, and charging forward.
It was strange how time stretched and shrank at the same time. How hours seemed to pass, but also merely seconds.
I guess that was the adrenaline as my hands cracked into his jaw, his nose, as my hand grabbed his hand and twisted until I heard a crack followed by a howl of pain.
“She’s not worth this,” he howled to himself as he was on all fours on the floor, blood dripping into his filthy carpet.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” I said, kicking him hard in the stomach. “She’s worth all of this,” I said, reaching for my gun as my chest heaved. “And more,” I added, letting my finger slide to the trigger, then pulling.
The silencer had it letting out a pop that the neighbors wouldn’t hear.
And I stood there, looking down at the body of the man who’d hurt the woman who’d begun to mean a lot to me. Everything to me.