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)
“It’s the noise that follows me everywhere I go. The sound of grown men begging and bawling at my feet.”
“Fuck you!” Abraham roared.
“As for if I’m okay...” The lightness drained out of my voice. “No, Feisty, I’m not. They’ve taken me miles outside of the city to some cabin he says was owned by Luca Adams, and yes,” I sliced in, knowing what she was going to ask, “it’s one of those cabins.
“I could ask this mewling bitch how many of the enemy are in there waiting for me, but I won’t know if he’s telling the truth until I bust inside—alone.”
“Don’t go in alone! Wait for us!”
“I don’t have that kind of time,” I replied evenly—patiently. In the nearing distance, Abraham’s minions shouted for him, drawn in by his bellowing cries. “I’m not running away and abandoning my Cardinals now that I’ve finally found them.” I gazed at the cabin peaking over the treetops. “But something tells me getting out of that place is going to be ten times harder than getting in.
“This is the bat signal, Kenzie. Find us and get us out, before I have to do it myself.”
“Gen—”
I flung the phone as hard as I could, sending it soaring through the bush.
“Boss?” a too-close voice called. “Boss?!”
“Over here!” Abraham flipped onto his stomach, struggling to crawl toward help. “I’m here! Hurry up and kill this bitch—”
I stomped on the back of his neck, forcing his face into the mud. “I have no idea why everyone in your little clique is so scared of you. You were laughably easy to beat.”
“I’ll kill you!” he roared, growling and snarling into the dirt like a wild animal. “I’ll flay the skin off your worthless bones! You’ll die for what your family did to mine! You’ll all DIE!”
I sighed. “Fuck’s sake, dude. Wake the hell up. Your mama was a lying leech feeding off the money teat of a child-selling pedophilic pimp, but if you still don’t believe me, you can ask them all about it in hell.”
I shot him point-blank through the skull, putting an end to his caterwauling. His minions burst through the trees and I finished them off before they could shoot, dropping them in quick succession.
Crossing the distance, I bent over their corpses, picking their pockets clean of weapons as a faint chime echoed through the forest—Abraham’s phone ringing.
There was no point searching for it to talk to Kenzie, because there was nothing more for me to say or more information to give. They’d already had all the information they needed to find me, so they’d better do it.
“Fast.” I cocked my borrowed guns, narrowing on the innocent-looking cabin in the distance. “Shit’s about to get real.”
“GENNY? GENNY, PLEASE, pick up!” The phone kept ringing until an automated voicemail message picked it up.
I craned to see out the large, wall-swallowing window of Banana Tree. Sienna and I insisted on coming with the guys to check out the gas station, but Liam, Bane, and Sunny didn’t make it very far and Sienna and I were even farther away.
Bane and Liam loitered on the sidewalk, watching as the Cinco PD Bomb Squad swept the place.
After our very close—too close—call at the movie theater, the guys weren’t about to run into any more buildings that had the Brotherhood’s stink on it. So, Liam called up a buddy of his in the force and told him flat out the Brotherhood blew up the theater, and the gas station could be their next target.
This was serious enough that not even my gangster boyfriends could deny the police and proper bomb-defusing professionals needed to be involved. A bomb at a gas station could take out half the city block, and put way more people than just us in danger.
Knowing that, the guys wouldn’t let me anywhere near the place, and Sienna wasn’t going near it without me either, so that left us sipping oolong tea at Banana Tree while half the patrons crowded around us, straining to see down the street.
Liam and Bane were only so close because they were backing Sunny up while he gave his interview.
“It was horrrrribbble,” Sunny wailed. “I was picking up some snacks for my girl. She’s pregnant with our fifth kid. I keep saying, ‘Kenzie baby, let’s slow down or at least bag up,’ but she can’t keep her hands off me. Wants it everywhere, all the time, any place. She loves me, man. Loves me more than all those other rejects lapping at her feet.”
Sienna smothered a snort at my narrowing eyes. I shook my head at the doofus while I dialed and redialed Liam and Bane—whoever picked up first.
We had a front-row seat to my man’s lunacy because his interview was being broadcast live from the scene, and it was playing on every television. All of Cinco City could see Sole Bellisario, but not as the slick, handsome, dripping-in-expensive-clothes playboy that I knew. Sole dressed all the way down in a simple pair of jeans, scuffed shoes, a shirt with a hole in it, and hair that was ratted up like he just rolled out of a bed filled with four children and a sexually voracious girlfriend.