Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Me too. If we get out of this, let’s make sure we stay friends, okay?”
She smiles, weakly. “Okay.”
We sit, side by side, hand in hand, waiting for Treyton to come back.
The sounds of gunshots disrupt our silence, and my eyes get wide. Angry, yelling voices, and more gunshots erupt. What’s happening? Is he coming?
Charlie looks at me. “We need to stand.”
Both of us push to our feet, standing, holding the jagged piece of wood. We go closer to the door, so that when it opens we can drive the wood into whoever comes in. We both stand, one either side of it, and we wait, holding onto it with the last strength left in our bodies.
We wait.
There are gunshots.
Then silence.
Dead silence.
I swallow the fear and wait for the door to open. Footsteps can be heard outside, and then the door rattles, once, then twice, and then it opens. We both lunge the second the door opens and the man coming in’s hand lashes out and he catches the end of the wood, knocking us off guard. We both tumble to the ground. No. I frantically look around for something else, but there is nothing.
He’s going to kill us.
He’s going to ...
I look up and my heart stops beating. Standing in the doorway is Malakai and Koda, both of them bloodied, both of them panting, both of their eyes on the two broken girls lying on the floor. I open my mouth and cry out in relief and pain. Malakai drops to his knees, cupping my face in his hands, his eyes glassy. Koda leans down, scooping Charlie up into his arms.
She’s crying, too.
“Oh, god. My beautiful girl. What has he done to you?”
I clutch his jacket, crying so hard I can’t see him enough to see what else he says. I bury my face into his chest, and he scoops me up into his arms.
The relief hits me, the reality that I’m going to make it through another day, and my body shuts down on me.
I’m thankful for the darkness, because it means I can’t feel the pain.
Not for a little while.
~*~*~*~
MALAKAI
We go in, guns blazing. I knew from the moment we put a bullet in the man at the front doors head, that this was the place. They came out with force, and guns that put mine to shame, but we had the upper hand, because we came in as a surprise. I decided on bringing ten men with me, my gut told me this was the fuckin’ place and I’m glad I listened to it.
We came in slow, guns ready, and once the shooting begun there was no looking back. Bullet after bullet, shattering skulls and exploding through hearts. Releasing a rage I’ve never felt in my entire life. Every time I pull the trigger, I think of Amalie. Is she still alive? Am I too late? Is she dead?
Kicking the door to the house open, I step inside.
And a hard form slams into me.
I stumble backwards, toppling over a couch and landing on the hard, fucked out floor, with a grunt. I launch upwards and somehow manage to dodge a bullet that comes flying in my direction. I raise my gun but am slammed down again when the man shooting at me, throws himself on me once more. He wants to use fists? Fine by me. I take a few hard hits to the face, and realise he has some force, but I have more.
So much fucking more.
I drive my fist upwards into his face, cracking his jaw over and over. Then with all my strength, I flip him over until I’m straddling him. I pull out my gun and press it to his temple. Treyton. Panting. Blood pouring down his mouth. He grins up at me, unafraid, evil as hell. Those eyes are the coldest eyes I’ve ever fuckin’ seen and that’s saying something.
“You finally found me, Malakai. Well done,” he splutters, laughing.
“Where the fuck is she?” I growl, shoving my gun into his temple.
Mason enters the room, gun out, covered in blood. I don’t look at him for longer than a second before focusing back on Treyton.
“Oh, she’s fine. Probably bleeding out. But that’s the least of your problems, isn’t it?”
“I’d love to fuckin’ kill you slowly, but I don’t have time. My girl is in there, and I won’t fuckin’ sit back and leave her a second longer.”
“Kill me, by all means. That won’t make you or your club safe, Malakai. Nobody is safe. You think I’m bad,” he throws his head back and laughs. “You have so much more coming for you.”
“Who the fuck are you working for?”
He grins at me, bloodied teeth. “Ah ah ah, that I can never tell you. You should know, that little Charlie, has bigger secrets then you could ever imagine. Perhaps, you should ask her?”