Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
With him hurt, though, I knew I couldn’t recruit him for what I was about to do.
Hell, I might very well end up in jail after I did what I had to do, and that wasn’t going to look good if a police officer was privy to my musings before I actually committed the crime.
So, in the only way I knew how, I backed out of the room and hurried down the side hall—away from the group of bikers I could hear talking just a short way down the hall.
The first stop I made was to my dad’s place.
He’d so nicely brought my sister’s car up to me, as long as I’d promised not to use it for the first twenty-four hours so that my headache and subsequent concussion had time to dissipate.
I’d agreed, promising to stay with Aaron the entire time.
Dad had taken me at my word and had taken Davis to visit Kellen, my mom and sisters choosing to make a cafeteria run since I’d not eaten in twenty-four hours.
The second they’d left, I’d stood and watched Aaron, half hoping he’d wake up and dissuade me from following through with my foolhardy plan.
But he didn’t, and now I was on my way to my dad’s house to acquire a gun.
A gun that I knew for a fact to be unregistered with the serial numbers filed off.
Being a Marine, I also knew how to clean the gun to make sure there were no fingerprints on the hunk of metal.
If this was to be done right, I had to do it quick, fast, and smart.
I’d been thinking about it all night.
From the moment Rafe had shoved me into that room with a beaten and broken Kellen, I knew that I had to do something.
And it’d been just my luck to find out that Kevin had escaped.
Unlucky for him, and lucky for me, I knew where he was going.
His brother had whispered the words to me as I’d slipped my shirt and capri pants on him.
He’d told me everything I’d ever need to know about Kevin, and I planned to use it to my advantage.
The first step, though, was getting that gun.
The one after that step was to shoot.
Chapter 20
Is there a mood for wanting to punch someone in the throat?
-Imogen to Aaron
Aaron
I watched as she shot the man in the knee.
I continued to watch as she kicked him, spat at him, and threatened him with bodily harm.
What forced me to intervene, though, was the tear that slid down her cheek that she tried to suppress.
She didn’t need that on her conscience.
Not my sweet Imogen.
Taking one painful step at a time, I made my way to her and cleared my throat.
“That’s enough, baby,” I whispered.
Her head whipped around, and she stared at me as tears slowly coursed down her face.
“He raped his own brother,” she rasped. “Kellen told me everything as he cried in my arms. I couldn’t let him get away with that.”
A surge of anger poured through me, and I looked down at the crying piece of shit on the floor with barely disguised rage.
If I’d felt better, I would’ve joined in, but I was fairly sure if I tried to lift my leg in anything other than a step, I might fall down and not get back up again.
“There are a few things you need to know about the prison system, honey,” I whispered, moving closer as if not to spook my emotional woman. “They don’t take kindly to rapists. It makes it ten times worse if it’s a child involved. Trust me, one word placed in the right ear will make his life a living hell, and he’ll spend the rest of his days paying for his mistake. And if he’s not paying, I’ll put another bug in someone else’s ear.”
Her eyes closed.
“I want to chop his dick off.” She choked on a cry, then threw herself at me.
Pain rocked my body, but I lifted my arms anyway.
Everything screamed in protest, but I couldn’t let her go through that alone. Not if it was within my power to block that pain.
“How did you get here?” she whispered.
I shifted my body—oh, so carefully—and pointed behind me.
“Them.”
My club.
All of them stood at my back. Police officers. Paramedics. Doctors. Everyone.
Though, I’d had to ride in my truck—a truck I hadn’t ridden in since the day Lynn had plowed into me—due to my injuries.
“Ohhh,” she whispered. “Am I going to get arrested? I thought I was being all stealthy.”
I snorted. “You were being stealthy. Though not stealthy enough not to notice Rafe.”
She cursed low under her breath. “That’s just perfect.” She glared at the man she’d shot. “This is all your stupid fault. You deserve everything you get.”
Kevin started to cry harder.
His incoherent sobbing had me wanting to kick him in the mouth just to get the annoying sounds to stop.