Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 79959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
He was saving me.
He was giving me a way out.
And all I had to do was shoot him. He even told me where.
“Yes,” I agreed, swallowing hard.
“Okay,” he said, walking close to me. “Raise the gun, Summer,” he instructed and my arms went up automatically. He walked forward until the muzzle was pressed up against where he wanted it- right side of his chest, right below the collarbone.
“Daniel...” I said, looking up at his face, shaking my head. I couldn't. I just couldn't. He had been trying to help me. Granted, he had given V's orders to the men in the past. But he had also tried to defend me. Freaking out when I was bleeding and he thought Deke had raped me. Trying to stop Martin from visiting me at night. He saved me.
“Don't think about it,” he told me, his eyes watching me. “I will live through this. You will live through this. That's all you need to think about. But your finger on the trigger,” he instructed and my finger slipped to follow instructions. “Pull,” he said, eyes still on mine.
I heard a weird whimper escape my lips, wincing, as I did what I was told.
I pulled.
His body jerked. His eyes winced. His face contorted in pain. He stumbled back, hand on his shoulder.
“Go,” he growled at me.
My heart skipping into overdrive, I let arm with the gun drop to my side and ripped the car door open, throwing myself into the driver's seat. The gun dropped into my lap and I pulled my seatbelt, turned over the ignition, hit the garage door button, and backed out fast. Once outside, I swung the wheel, ducking down low as I could and still see as I got the car facing the right direction and started down the driveway.
There were people everywhere. Guns raised or going to physical blows with one another. I was praying there was no one on the driveway as I drove down.
It was then that I saw him.
Finally.
And he wasn't hurt.
Or if he was hurt, it wasn't bad.
He was just outside the blasted open gate (I guessed that was one of the explosions I heard) beside a van. And he was yelling, trying to shove past Wolf who looked like he was bleeding down the side of his thigh. Reign's arm shot out, pointing back toward the house, screaming something, moving to charge past Wolf who grabbed him and threw him into the van. He climbed in himself, slamming the door, and the van peeled off.
I swallowed hard, trying to go faster so I could keep an eye on the van.
He wanted to go back for me.
That was why he was freaking out.
He knew I was still inside.
My heart tightened in my chest.
I pushed the thought away, needing to focus. Needing to try to follow them. Because I didn't know where the hell the compound was. If that was where they were going. I needed to get to him. I needed him to know I was okay. That I got out.
There were no windows on the sides of the van so I couldn't even catch his eye as we all weaved in and out of traffic.
The compound came into view, the gates already thrown open and the van flew through. I followed, slamming the car into park, not bothering to turn off the engine, as I tore out of the car as the van door opened.
And then I threw myself against Reign, who was so surprised that he lost his footing and we went crashing.
Thirty
Reign
It was chaos.
Lo had a plan. We knew the loose details.
But things had gone from fuckin' weird to fuckin' insane in a matter of seconds.
Repo, Richard, and Janie walked in like they hadn't just thrown together a plan in a matter of minutes in the car ride over. Like they had shit worked the fuck out. They tore in. Guns were thrown. Then bullets flew.
I could hear Lo's men close in outside as I grabbed the gun Repo handed to me, ducking behind the kitchen island and aiming out toward the men approaching from outside. Trying to get to V. Trying to protect their boss. But she was already at Lyon's mercy. And he wasn't feeling too magnanimous after she stole and tortured the only thing in his sorry fucking life that he gave a damn about.
And good fuckin' riddance. I hoped she died in agony.
Might be a lot of things, but I ain't a forgiving person. Not when someone touches what is mine. And someone had definitely been touching Summer.
My head jerked, looking over to where I had pushed Summer to the ground, tucked behind the long side of the island.
And she was gone.
Fucking. Gone.
I flew to my feet.
But she was nowhere.
Someone had her.
My eyes met Lo's and she shook her head. It wasn't one of hers. I looked over and Cash and Wolf and Repo were all accounted for. No pretty, bruised, redheads under their care.
Fuck!
But then there was no time to think. Only react. As a slew of V's men came charging in.
And the next fucking thing I knew, I was being dragged toward the gate, everyone firing into the trees and grounds as we made our way to the van.
I nearly fucking killed Wolf.
I probably would have if it meant he would get out of my way.
A brother I had known all my life. Trusted like I trusted Cash.
I would have taken him down to get her back.
He knew it. I knew it.
So he didn't give me the chance to make that decision.
“Holy fuck,” Repo said, completely out of breath sitting beside me. He was steady as fucking ever. Not shaking. Nothing. He was steel. He was going to get patched-in as soon as possible. “That was crazy.”
“Compound?” Janie asked from the driver's seat.
“Yeah,” Lo answered, turning in the passenger seat to look at me. “They'll get her,” she told me, her tone sure. “My men. They'll get her out.”
“I want her a-fucking-live,” I growled, slamming my fist into the windowless wall of the van.