Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he grumbles. “You’re crazy if you think you can take on Luca Moretti alone.”
Santo steps forward. “He’s not alone.”
I turn to the old capo.
“Are you sure you’re up to it?” I ask him.
“I might be old, son, but my trigger finger still works.”
I look back at Beast. “See, I won’t be alone.”
“Christ, you’re going to get yourselves killed.” He exhales deeply, a mix of irritation and concern. The clock is ticking. “Take Zac with you.”
He knows Zac would ride into hell for me.
Just as I would for him.
But before we can take another step, Rogue catches up to us. He’s run all the way from the security room to catch us before we leave.
“I’m coming with you. Luca Moretti just arrived at the Bratva compound.” His eyes meet mine. “And Ella is with him.”
Lightning rips through me.
Luca is handing Ella over to Viktor.
And I’m not going to let that happen.
“Looks like we’re all going in the same direction after all,” Beast says, walking toward the stairwell.
But I’m already ten steps ahead of him, running down the spiral stairwell into the parking garage and toward my bike.
CHAPTER 62
Lars
As much as I want to ride into the compound like a bat out of hell with all guns blazing, being stealthy and strategic is the key to living through this.
And making sure Ella doesn’t get caught in the crossfire.
We park our bikes and the van out of earshot and camera range. Thanks to Bram, we know where the weak spots are in their security and how to enter the compound without being detected.
We’ll take care of the firepower protecting the perimeter as quietly as possible, then sneak in.
It’s a good plan.
Until it turns out to be a set up.
Viktor’s men are waiting for us the moment we breach the perimeter fences and get inside, and we find out the hard way when they start shooting at us.
All hell breaks loose, and we get scattered as bullets fly from all directions. I see the prospect get hit twice, but I can’t get to him until I take down two of Viktor’s men, and by then it’s too late.
He’s dead.
Hellbringer is secured to my back, and I’m ready to use it if anyone tries to get between me and Ella. But for now, I rely on my two guns to mow down Viktor’s men as I move through the house, creating a pathway toward the woman I’m in love with.
But so far there is no sign of Ella, or Viktor, or that psychopathic fuck, Luca.
A dark figure appears out of nowhere with his gun aimed at me. But Santo gets a round off and takes him down. Saving my life.
He holds up his gun and wiggles the finger resting against the trigger. “See, son, I’ve still got it.”
I nod in appreciation before turning a corner and moving through the house quietly and precisely and on high alert.
I need to find Ella.
More gunfire rings out. More yelling.
At the end of the hallway, I see Santo exchange fire with someone. He gets hit and slumps against the wall. I change my direction and storm toward the person who shot him and unload several rounds into their chest. And they fall to the floor, dead.
When I reach Santo, he’s in a bad way.
Blood falls from his lips. “Tell Ella I’m sorry. I tried to fix this.”
“You can tell her yourself…”
But he’s already dead before I can finish the sentence.
The light has gone from his eyes, and he stares out at nothing.
I reach over and close them.
Goodbye, old timer.
I don’t have time to do anything else.
I keep moving.
I’m going to find Viktor and kill him. Then I’m going to burn this motherfucking house down.
Creeping along a shadowy hallway, I hear noise coming from one of the bedrooms.
I swing into the room and come face to face with Rogue.
“Fuck, man, I almost unloaded my clip into you,” I say, lowering my weapon.
But he doesn’t lower his.
“Have you seen where they’re keeping Ella?” I ask.
“They’re not here,” he says in an odd voice, while keeping his gun trained on me.
My eyes narrow. “You said you saw them arrive on CCTV—”
Fuck.
He lied.
Because he’s the motherfucking rat.
My heart falls to the pit of my stomach.
The rat was a Knight after all.
Quicker than a heartbeat, I aim my gun at him again.
“Why?” My voice shakes because I know what I have to do. Rogue will have to pay, and it will be up to me to enforce it. “Why did you betray the club?”
Rogue’s face falls. He looks destroyed. Like the weight of his guilt has aged him.
“You know my sister’s story. You know she needs the money.”
His younger sister has a sick kid. Medical bills have crippled their family.
“There were other ways.”
“Yeah, how? Take on extra patrol runs? Work my ass to the bone doing hours outside of the club? Do you know what it was like seeing all that money come in from the Knights’ Fantasia trade, knowing if I got a bigger piece of the pie, it’d make all the difference?”