Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
“Hey!” He grabbed my arm and I sprung.
Twisting hard, I threw him off-balance. The bastard stumbled into the root and it swept his legs out from under him, dropping him flat on his back. I snatched the gun from his grip before he hit the floor.
“As I said,” I chirped, leveling the gun on his not-so-fucking-smug-anymore face. “I’m not going that way because I suspect you’re leading me somewhere specific, and you just confirmed it by freaking out when I changed directions.”
Abraham glared at me from the ground, his hands slowly moving up in surrender.
“Tell me what trap you deluded yourself into thinking I would skip right into.” I slowly moved the gun now to his crotch. “Now.”
Of all things... Abraham laughed. Among the dirt on his back and the grass in his hair, he laughed. “You’re not going to shoot me, girl. There’s no silencer on that weapon. The second my brothers hear a gunshot, they’ll either think you’ve killed me, or that you’ve done something so unforgivable, it forced me to kill you.
“Either way, the first thing they’ll do is make your precious biker bitches suffer in punishment.”
I shrugged. “Maybe they will, maybe they won’t, but it won’t make much difference to you since your dickless corpse will be rotting in the pile of manure you were born in. Last chance,” I sang. “Tell me where you were taking me, or I make you the eunuch you’re so desperate to be, Brother Abraham.”
Blood vessels burst all over his face. His jaw clenched so hard I heard something crack. His desperation to empty his clip into my head screamed from every pore of his furious face, but the one holding the gun was me.
“A... mile in...” he forced out. “There’s an underground hatch. That’s where I put the miserable cunts who beg after you, and that’s where I’m putting you.”
“Hmm, no.”
“What?” He frowned. “No?”
“No,” I repeated. “You’re lying. And for that—”
Bang!
The gunshot ripped through the forest, its cry not nearly as loud as Abraham’s.
“Ahh!” he howled, curling on his side and clutching the foot I just kindly put a hole in.
“You’re not holding my friends underground,” I shouted over his noise. “You psychopaths delivered—no, threw Bugsy’s body at me. She was bruised and bloody, but she wasn’t pale, dirty, or reeking of her own fluids like she would’ve been if she’d been in a hole for over a week.
“Your generous use of the word cunt tells me you’re a misogynistic pig like the company you keep, but you’d better get it through your fucking head now. Just because I’m pretty, doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”
I kicked him between the legs. Abraham shot off the ground, balancing on one foot, his eyes half bugged out of his head and jaw cracked as he clutched his balls—back arched like a bowstring.
“Don’t lie to me again,” I growled. “If the next words out of your mouth aren’t the truth and nothing but the truth, I’ll put a bullet through your skull and see if your friends in the cabin aren’t more forthcoming.
“Where were you taking me!”
“To the hatch!” he bellowed, blood filling his shoe and dripping out onto the grass. “But your gang isn’t in there! That dirty stinkin’ hole is just for you, bitch!”
“Where are my girls?” I kicked him again. “Where are they!”
“In the cabin!” Abraham heaved hard, spittle flying and coating his chin. “This is... one of Luca’s hellholes! Specially constructed so that there are chains in all the bedrooms... and none of the doors open from the inside.”
My stomach churned, shotgunning bile into my throat. I heard all about the dirty ratholes where Luca Adams kept Kenzie and the other women he trafficked. If he had one in other cities, it shouldn’t have surprised me he had one just outside of Cinco too. There was no one around here for miles.
No one to hear the girls scream.
I didn’t waste a minute. “Give me your phone.”
“Wha—?”
Bang!
I shot the other foot, kicking off another round of screaming and wailing that made me roll my eyes.
“Stalling by acting stupid is right up there with lying, bro. You heard me just fine: give me your fucking phone!”
Abraham flung the blood-stained thing at my head. “You’re next, bitch! I promise you! I swear it on the severed heads of your disease-ridden family! You’re next!”
“Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah.” I typed in Kenzie’s number.
She answered on the third ring. “Hello? Who is this?”
“Kenzie, it’s me.”
“Genny? Genny, oh my gosh! Are you okay? How are you? Where are you?! Sienna? Sienna!” she called. “It’s Genny!”
“Genny?” I heard from the other end. “Are you sure it’s her?”
“I don’t— How do I know it’s you?” she demanded.
“It’s me, Feisty, and you’ll know it for sure when we finally bed down for that threesome we’ve got booked.”
“Yeah, it’s definitely you,” she muttered. “Are you okay? What’s that noise?”