Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I pick up the hacksaw lookin’ at it “no” I pick up the pliers. “No,” I hear something behind me as the old bastard rushes me and we crash onto the floor, and he picks up one of the knives and stabs me in the stomach. I punch him hard, and he falls to the floor, and I grab my stomach as blood pours out. “You fucker you stabbed me” I kick him in the face and knock him out. “Fuck”
I drag him back to the living room and place him in the chair, but he’s heavy. “You fuckin’ old prick,” I say kicking him again, this time stomping on his head over and over. I go back into the kitchen, but stumble, falling to the floor and I sit up leaning up against the door frame when the back door opens, and Blaze walks in Nash next than Socket, Blaze goes into the living room, but Nash kneels down
“What the fuck have you done?” he asks me, and I look up at him the taste blood in my mouth
“I had to,” I tell him
“You fuckin’ idiot, it was an accident,” he tells me as a tear slides down my cheek and I feel cold
“I had to for Chance and Gunner” he shakes his head at me
“Jake, we don’t kill innocent people, man.”
“I had to,” I cough blood dripping down my chin
“They're both dead,” Blaze says, lookin’ at me and I smile
“Good,” I tell them
“Nash man, what the fuck do we do?” Socket asks him, and he looks around
“Burn it and make sure you cover everything with gas, we don’t want any evidence of what happened, make it look like an accident.”
“What are we gonna do with Jake?” he looks at me
“Socket, call Steven and tell him to hurry.”
****
Ella
I pace the main room wondering when they’re going to get back, the clock mocking me with every second.
“Hey Ella” Slice says, walking in with Rowen and I wonder if these two are a thing now
“Hey,” I say still keeping an eye on the clock behind the bar
“You ok?” he asks me
“I’m good,” I tell them, and Slice looks around
“No Blaze,” he asks me, and I shake my head
“No, he’s on, he’s busy,” I tell him, and Slice frowns at me
“Busy,” he says as we hear a few bikes drive into the compound, then a few more and Slice’s phone pings and he looks down at the screen frowning
“Problem,” I ask him
“Nope,” he says as Stryker Colt Tiny and Razor walk in
“Ella with me,” Razor says, and I walk with him into his office and sit in the seat opposite him, and he takes a deep breath
“Tell me what Jake said?”
“Is he ok?” I ask worried he’s done something stupid
“Just tell me.”
“He told me he was sorry.”
“Sorry,” he repeats, and I nod
“Yeah, for surviving, I think he might have survivors’ guilt or something.”
“Go on,” he tells me
“I told him it was an accident and it wasn’t anyone’s fault.”
“And?”
“He said he was going to make it better.”
“That's what he said, he was gonna make it better, how?”
“He said that the old bastard was gonna pay for Chance Gunner and me, a life for a life.”
“A life for a life.”
“Yeah, I told him not to do anything.”
“That's it”
“He said the old guy had to pay.”
“Goddammit! Saint warned me, but I didn’t think it was that bad”
“Is he ok?” I ask again
“Thanks, darlin’ go on Blaze will be back soon, and all the boys are comin’ in for Church.”
“Oh ok” I stand up but stop a horrible feeling coming over me, and I turn back to Razor, and he looks up at me
“What’s wrong?” he asks me
“He’s dead,” I say, but he just stares at me “And the girl and old man?”
“Darlin’ that’s club business,” he tells me, and I walk out noticing a few more of the guys here, and Cuff pulls me to the side
“You ok?” I nod
“I think Jake’s dead,” he frowns at me
“Dead” I nod
“Have you seen his room?” I ask him, but he shakes his head as Colt and Stryker walk up
“What’s goin’ on?” Colt asks
“It’s Jake, I think he’s done something stupid.”
“Stupid” Stryker asks, and I nod
“His room is full of stuff,” I tell them, and they all look down the hall
“Stay here,” Colt says, and I watch them walk down the hall than others walk down following them
*
It’s about an hour later, and the guys have all been in their meeting room for ages, Blaze hasn’t come back yet, and I’m really starting to panic. I head up to my room and take a quick shower, and as I come out of the bathroom my door opens, and Blaze walks in
“Oh god, I’ve been so worried,” I tell him as he holds me tight
“I’m fine baby.”
“Jake’s dead,” I tell him, and he looks at me