Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 119092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Horse nudged her lips wider with the barrel of his gun, pushing it in.
Holy fuck. HOLY FUCK.
I jumped up and pounded on the window with both hands, screaming at them to stop.
Ruger spun around, moving so fast I couldn’t follow. Within seconds he’d ripped open the window and jerked me into the room. The sash crashed down again as he wrapped his arms around me, pinning me to the front of his body, my back to his stomach. I tried to scream again, but his hand slammed across my mouth.
The bat clattered as it rolled across the wooden floor.
Miranda’s eyes darted toward me, full of desperate hope that quickly melted when neither man moved. Then Horse spoke.
“Time’s up, sugar. Usually people close their eyes. Your call.”
Miranda moaned, shutting her eyes tight and visibly bracing her body.
Horse glanced up, smiled, and blew me a kiss.
Then he pulled the trigger.
RUGER
Sophie exploded in his arms, thrashing furiously. Her bitch of a neighbor screamed and fell back on the floor, flopping around dramatically.
Neither seemed to notice the fucking gun hadn’t been loaded.
Ruger fought to control the banshee in his arms, hating Horse because the bastard just stood there, smirking at him like the smug, cocksucking asshole he’d always been. Seriously, a goddamned kiss? Sick fuck. One of Sophie’s heels lashed back and caught him in the shin. When he grunted, she kicked the same spot again. Savagely.
“Fifty bucks says your baby mama could take you in a fair fight,” Horse taunted.
Miranda’s shrieking suddenly stopped and she froze, opening her eyes to look around in stunned confusion.
Finally, dumbass had noticed she wasn’t dead.
Sophie stilled and Ruger’s aching shin rejoiced.
“Feel like I’m repeatin’ myself here,” he muttered in her ear. “But if I move my hand, you better keep quiet. Got me?”
She nodded her head tightly.
Ruger let go and Sophie jerked away. Fast as a snake, her hand flashed out and slapped him across the face, which fucking hurt.
Damn.
“You bastard,” she hissed. “You scared the crap out of me! What kind of sadist pulls shit like this?”
“The kind interested in making a lasting impression?” Ruger asked, cocking his head at her. “Jesus, did you want us to kill her?”
Sophie’s face twisted and her mouth opened, but before anything came out, the bitch on the floor started crying. Loud. Ruger had come to realize Miranda did everything loud. Horse leaned forward and caught Miranda’s arms, jerking her up and onto her knees. He caught her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“We do this again, a bullet comes out and pulps your brain. Got me?”
She nodded frantically, her sobs even noisier than before. How was that even possible? Then Ruger caught the unmistakable smell of piss and sighed. Sure enough, she’d left a puddle.
“Every fuckin’ time,” he muttered. Horse snorted.
“Pussy.”
“I can’t believe you guys,” Sophie said, clenching and unclenching her hands, shaking with adrenaline. She was so angry she’d forgotten to be afraid. He actually liked that about her—Sophie had grit. But right now she was getting on his nerves. They had a lot to do and limited time before the Jacks showed up. “I thought you were killing her. She thought you were killing her. How can you do this?”
“We wanted to catch her attention,” Ruger replied, temper fraying. “Near-death experiences tend to stick with a person. Next time she’ll make better choices.”
Sophie opened her mouth, then snapped it shut and glared.
The sound of tape ripping cut the air as Horse covered Miranda’s mouth again. Thank fuck for that. Ruger was tired of her noise, he was exhausted from driving all night, and he was hungry.
“Go back next door, Sophie,” he said, rubbing a hand through his short hair. He caught a whiff of his own scent when he raised his arm. Nasty. He’d have to shower at her place before they left for Coeur d’Alene. “We won’t go crazy, I promise. But don’t forget, Noah spent more than an hour hiding on the fire escape last night. Four stories up, Sophie. Your babysitter’s man is a registered sex offender, by the way. Bitch knew it, too. She still invited him over while she had a kid at her place. Don’t feel sorry for either of them.”
Sophie’s eyes widened.
“How do you know all that?”
Horse answered.
“They told us.”
“I wouldn’t think sex offenders go around sharing that kind of information,” she said, suddenly wary.
“We’re very persuasive people,” Ruger told her. “You just gotta ask the questions right. Go home, Soph. We need to finish up here and get you moved out. I’m tired, honey.”
“This is all wrong. I feel like an accomplice,” Sophie replied, shaking her head. “I don’t like it.”
For fuck’s sake … She hadn’t been too worried about being an “accomplice” when she pointed out Miranda’s place earlier. Little late to be complaining at this point in the game.