Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Leaving the room, I head over to the giant cremator and get it set up to run. The guys slowly file in, keeping clear of the dripping, bloody body that Brian’s draggin’ along at a fucking snail’s pace.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Grem says as he passes him and we both share a deep frown.
When the body finally gets to us, I motion for Brian to get it on the tray. “Let’s go, we got shit to do.”
Grunting, Brian heaves and hauls until the fat body finally plops on the tray. Panting and puffing, he looks around and notices us standing around him in a circle.
Brian rambles at us for a few seconds. “Sorry about all this guys, I just don’t….”
Shaking his head slowly, Whitey says, “Save it.”
“Alright, what next?” Brian asks. “Do we kill him before we burn him?”
Looking at Diamond, it’s clear he’s close to death, but no, we won’t kill him.
“Nope, he’s goin’ in alive. Or, well, as alive as he is right now,” Grem says.
Gulping deeply, Brian just nods his head.
Grem’s phone starts ringing and he sighs. “Be right back, go ahead without me.”
Nodding my head, I pull my Glock out of its holster.
Raising it up, I aim it at Brian’s forehead. “Nothin’ personal. We don’t let fucking rats in the club.”
The bullet that snaps out of my barrel makes a nice little hole in the front and a big mess in the back. He didn’t even have time to register he was going to die, but whatever.
Looking to Whitey, I say, “Give one of these guy’s bikes to Hammy. He can use it till he gets a new one or keep it permanently.”
“Sounds good—” Whitey starts but is cut off when Grem roars for me.
“Coy, your fuckin’ ringer was turned off again!” Grem bellows out.
My heart drops to my stomach as I think of the last time my ringer was off and I missed a call. A call Grem came to tell me about.
Fuck.
Racing over to me, Grem tosses me his phone, “It’s Poster.”
“What the fuck’s wrong?” I ask into the phone.
“Allie went out the bedroom window,” Poster Boy says, sounding freaked out.
“Shit, what the fuck?!” I scream. “Where the hell is she going?”
“She’s aimed to leave the subdivision in the— Fucking Jude just got in the van,” he says.
“Get them!” I shout and start running out of the crematorium.
“I am, but shit!” Poster Boy shouts. “They’re leavin’.”
“Fucking follow them and figure out what the fuck’s happening!” I shout.
“On it,” he says.
“Is Levi with them?” I ask, and I know moments like this are precious, but I need to know where my son is.
I hear him open a door before he whispers quietly, “No.”
“Then fucking move,” I snarl.
Hopping onto my bike, I listen to him running through the house, yelling at Tampon and Hammy to watch Levi.
Fuck, I don’t know what’s happening and I can’t move until I know anything. I feel like fucking screaming, but that won’t even fucking help me right now.
All the guys come out of the building and stand around me as I explain the situation.
“She take Levi?” Grem asks me.
“No,” I say and that’s what scares me the most.
Allie left Levi home with the guys. She fuckin’ left him. That means wherever the fuck she’s going she can’t take him.
Fuck.
“Coy,” Poster yells over the wind and rumble of his bike. “I think she’s heading to her parent’s house.”
“What the fuck?” I ask and then motion for the guys to mount up.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Allie
Is Jude fucking serious?
I eye him up and down, wondering if I can take him. Unfortunately, though, it’s easy to tell that under that black suit of his, he’s packing quite a bit of muscle.
He starts to frown when I glance down at my gun.
If I can reach it before he can stop me…
Face growing more serious, Jude looks me hard in the eyes. “I’ve been hoping for a chance to meet your ex-husband.”
“Mikhail?” I ask, not bothering to correct him on the ex-husband part.
Jude’s grin returns as he nods his head.
Confused now, I scowl at him. “Why do you want to meet him?”
“Let’s just say…” he drawls out and leans back in his seat, getting more comfortable. “His boss and my boss don’t get along.”
I roll my eyes and get straight to the point because I don’t have time for this shit. “Do you want to kill him?”
“Yes,” Jude answers almost gleefully and straightens.
His eyes light up for a moment with psychotic delight before the look completely disappears when I look at him in horror.
Clearing his throat, he tugs on his jacket sleeves and then says more seriously, “After I ask him a few questions, of course.”
Fucking hell, he’s batshit insane.
But… if he wants to kill Mikhail…
“Are you packing?” I ask as I finally start the minivan up.
Jude unbuttons his suit jacket and brushes it aside to show me a gun near his hip. “Always.”