Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Hopefully soon,” I add.
As soon as she’s gone, Emiliano looks right at his son and asks, “What the fuck happened, Milo?”
He drops to one of the chairs, running his hand over his face. “The night of prom, the bastard drugged her and attempt to assault her, but she ran to the bathroom and called Mom.”
“That was over two fucking years ago.” His chest is heaving with anger.
“Take a fucking seat before you pass out.” The man nearly died earlier today and he’s pushing it.
“Who the fuck was going to tell me about this?” he barks out.
“I thought I’d handled it, Dad.”
“Your mom didn’t tell me either.” There was a sense of betrayal in his tone that I knew hurt.
Milo sighed. “It’s not like mom didn’t want to tell you, but Elsa asked us not to. She was mortified and afraid that you’ve never let her out of your sight again.”
“Damn fucking right.”
“Security was high on her. She already wasn’t leaving the house after this happened.” He scrunched his brows together like he was remembering something.
“So why didn’t you kill him?”
“The only reason I didn’t kill the bastard was because there were too many people that knew she was the last one with him.”
“What did you do to him?” I ask, wanting all the details.
“I permanently disfigured the son of a bitch and sent him on his way without the ability to hurt a woman again. I told him if I ever caught him in town that I’d kill him. I thought he learned his lesson. I had no idea he was going to come back to get her.”
“He’s a fucking fool,” Boomer adds. “Does he have any idea who he’s fucking with?”
“This time, I’m going to end him.”
I shake my head because the privilege will be mine. “No, I’m going to do it. He touched my fucking woman.”
“I don’t care; I’m going to be the one to kill him.”
His father steps between us and snarls, “First come, first serve. I don’t care who does it. He doesn’t walk away. Understood?”
“Understood,” we answer simultaneously.
I check my messages, and the ambulance was dumped along with all her things. Damn it. It only gives us a small lead. “It looks like all our trackers are lost unless she has one we don’t know about.”
My dad pulls out an older model phone and smirks. “Get ready for war, boys. All her trackers were disposed of, save one. The signal is faint, so we have to get moving just in case they move.”
My godfather smirks and then says, “I’m sure it’s the one that I had put in her hip when she was thirteen.” I look at her father like he’s twisted, but I also want to hug him.
“In her hip?”
“Yes, it was a crazy idea, but I thought it was for the best.”
“It took me forever to get the damn system to run.”
“Thanks, Cyber.”
“You should have told me.”
“It was Cyber who remembered because he had similar devices on your mother. I fucking forgot about it. I don’t know if you noticed that I had a damn heart attack when you told me someone took my daughter.”
“Where is she?” I asked my father.
“In the fucking woods.”
We all move like our asses are on fire. Nothing can stop me from getting to my woman. Luckily we were already prepared to go so my men had the vehicles set. “We need to get moving because it’s about forty miles from here and I want all of them dead.”
“You don’t believe they killed her, do you?” Milo asks as we hit the road.
“You better pray they haven’t,” I say to Milo. I mean that with my whole heart. No one will come out alive today, and I will bury every single body that laid a hand on my precious Elsa.
“I’ll kill myself,” he mutters. I think to myself that he won’t have to.
“Let’s go. We need an arsenal.” We take three large SUVs while I have my men already in the vicinity looking for her. They won’t approach without my orders. If something happens to my Elsa because they fucked up, I’ll enjoy every minute of slow torture I give them.
“We brought one,” Boomer says with a grin. Blade pulls out his favorite knife, and I can’t shake the violent pleasure I’m feeling. I want to rip apart everyone involved. It will be fun.
“Thank you.” I knew we could count on them. They were always ready for war and we need the best. My men are good, but nothing like the Riders. I heard so many stories through my childhood, including the one about my mother’s attack and I never thought I’d have the same problem. I’m grateful to have them at my side.
We’re nearly on top of the beacon, so we keep our distance and unload what we need for a ground and aerial assault. My heart pounds in my chest as I consider what he’s probably doing to her. I close my eyes and pray she has the strength to hold out until I get there.