Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Realizing I left my phone in the living area, I stand and walk back out. I’m just about to round the corner to where all the guys are, but I stop when I hear them talking. Their voices trail down the hall quite clearly, and what I hear is a different version to what I just got. Anger bubbles in my chest as I realize that they just flat out lied to me. They made up a story to cover the truth.
“There were no bullet holes in the car,” Alarick says. “There was, however, a fuck load of blood. My guess is whoever she’s with she knew, and she wasn’t concerned at the beginning. My guess is she’s in deep with drugs, found a fuckin’ good lot of ice in the trunk. We’ve been dealin’ to a few groups for a while now, I suggest we start there. Find the main buyers that we deal to and see what information we can dig up.”
“Not sure why you didn’t tell Bri all this, Flick,” Mykel says, his voice gruff. “You should be honest with her.”
“And tell her that her sister is a fuckin’ crack whore who has been sleepin’ around for drugs? That she’s been so far gone for a while and she didn’t notice? Rather her think her sister has been abducted randomly then for her to think someone has come after her because she owes them somethin’. Chances are she’s fuckin’ dead in a ditch somewhere and there is no findin’ her. We all know this, not one of you piped up and said anythin’.”
“Flick is right,” Samson says. “It’s best she doesn’t know. Not only is it dangerous, but the more questions she asks the deeper it’ll go. We don’t want to risk her in that regard. We’re doin’ the best we can here by keepin it a secret.”
“A secret?” I say, stepping out of the hall.
Surprisingly, if they’re shocked I was there the whole time, they don’t show it.
“Briella ...” Mykel says.
“You lied to me,” I say, my voice a low whip, looking at Flick with hurt in my eyes. “You just outright lied to me. You’ve been lying to me since the moment I got into town. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He stands, his face hard as he walks over to me. “I’m doin’ the best I can to protect you, Briella.”
“No, you’re doing the best you can to protect your damned club because you’re running around dealing drugs and you don’t want me to draw attention to that.”
He grabs my arm, a little roughly, and I wince. I look up at him with tears in my eyes and hiss, “You let me go, right now.”
He does, letting me go and stepping back. “You need to be very careful what you’re doin’ here.”
“For you, or for me? You don’t give a crap about Magnolia, you never have, and that’s fine but I do give a crap about her and I’m not going to sit back and let something happen to her because you’re trying to protect the club. She’s my sister. I’m going to help her whether you like it or not. Now, you tell me the damned truth.”
“You want to know the truth?” Flick growls, his voice low, his face tight.
“Yes, I fucking do.”
“Alarick,” Kendric warns, his eyes narrowing. “Careful.”
Flick ignores him and looks me dead in the eye when he says, “Magnolia is fuckin’ for drugs. She’s sellin’ her pussy for money so she can get fuckin’ high. She’s messin’ with the wrong people. She’s stealin’ things that aren’t hers and she’s goin’ way off the fuckin’ rails. She’s a mess and nothin’ you say or do is goin’ to fuckin’ fix that.”
My blood boils and I yell, “Why haven’t you helped her? Why would you sit back and watch her sink. You are so fucking selfish!”
“I’m fuckin’ selfish?” he laughs, bitterly. “You ran because you couldn’t handle what was goin’ down. You disappeared without so much as a goodbye and you’re standin’ here tellin’ me I’m selfish? You left her here. You let her deal with losin’ your mom on her own. You want to point fuckin’ fingers, Briella, point them at yourself.”
His words are crushing, not because they’re wrong, but because they’re right. He’s right, I did leave Magnolia here and when I text her or called her, I didn’t realize something was going on. I didn’t realize she was suffering; I didn’t realize that she was even doing drugs. I didn’t know my sister was in trouble. He’s right about that.
“Where is her car?” I say softly, my voice about to break right along with me.
“Not for you to worry about,” Alarick tells me, his voice strong and unwavering.
“Where. The. Fuck. Is. Her. Car,” I grind out. “You tell me, or I go to the fuckin’ cops and tell them what I know and report her as missing. The choice is yours, Alarick. I will do whatever it takes to find her.”