Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“He’s lying,” I scream, so loudly my voice cracks. “Shoot them.”
A boot flies out and connects with the side of my head, sending my world spinning. I don’t know who kicked me, but it is enough to keep me on the ground as pain radiates through my skull and warm blood rushes down my forehead. I dry heave as my vision blurs, but I fight to keep my eyes open. I can’t let them knock me out, because if they do, I lose any power I have.
“Kill anyone who tries to stop you!” Wolfe’s voice rings out again, and I see a few of the men falter, fear in their eyes. They didn’t think this through. They didn’t think the club would come in with this much force. “Start cutting the wire.”
“Stand your ground!” my father roars. “Do not let them in. Turn on the electric fencing. Move. Now.”
They have a matter of minutes before those fences are turned on, and once they are, the chances of them getting in a slim to none. Come on, Talon. You can do this. I know you can. I push my head off the damp grass, trying to see, but the fence is too far away. The only thing I can see is the lights from the motorbikes blaring through.
My father turns to Cyrus. “Take Nia, get in your car and leave out back. Do not stop. Drive until I find a way to contact you.”
No.
No fucking way.
I won’t let them leave here without me.
“No,” I screech, rolling even though my head pounds. “Do not fucking touch me.”
Cyrus reaches down, hauling me up without hesitation. “Move.”
“Talon,” I scream. “They are taking me out back. Help.”
My voice is loud as I throw it out through the night, and I hear commotion on the other side of the fence as gunshots ring out. They’re shooting now, and they’re not holding back. My father orders Cyrus to move, but I fight. I fight with everything I have. I kick, claw, scratch, and bite, not letting him move me easily.
A hard object comes down over my head, knocking me to the ground.
My entire world spins as I fight to stay awake, my screams turning into nothing more than a choked sob as pain explodes inside me. I won’t give up though, not now, not yet. I push my body up so I’m on my hands and knees and I crawl, but Cyrus is in front of me, his form towering over me as he stares down.
He is about to reach for me when a gunshot rings out, and as if in slow motion, I watch blood splatter from the side of his head as his body falls. He lands beside me and I gasp as I look into his eyes, which are wide open, but there is no life left in them. He’s dead.
Before I know it, I’m being hauled up and a set of strong arms are around me as I’m frantically pulled backwards.
“Let me go,” I scream.
“It’s me.”
Talon’s rough voice, laced with rage and desperation.
I nearly collapse with relief.
They’re here.
They saved me.
TALON’S ARMS ARE TIGHT around me as he hauls me through the chaos, my world still spinning and my body limp. He moves with a fierce determination, each step taking us closer to freedom, to safety. My heart races, wild and unsteady, and the only thing on my mind is Lily.
How will I save her now?
“Nia!” My father’s voice cuts through the night, sharp and commanding, and we turn to see him standing with a group of men, their faces hard and unyielding. They stand behind him, on guard, ready to fight. There are at least twenty of them, and even though they don’t have weapons, the picture is equally as chilling.
Talon whirls, pulling me behind him, his gun raised, eyes locked on my father.
“Fuckin’ back down, or I’ll blow your head off,” he warns in a tone so terrifying, it sends chills down my spine.
My body immediately stiffens, because I know exactly what my father is doing, and I’m not going to let him have the upper hand right now.
“No!” I cry out, my voice desperate. “Don’t shoot. I know for certain that he has ordered those men to kill Lily if he dies. Please, Talon. He wants you to shoot him.”
My father smiles, a cold, calculated smile. “Clever girl, you know me better than I thought.”
Talon’s voice is a low, deadly growl. “Stay the fuck back.”
He starts to move again, pulling me with him, but my father’s voice follows, taunting, mocking. “Why don’t you ask her why she was really here, biker. Ask her for the truth, if she’s honest enough to give it. I didn’t kidnap her, she was here willingly.”
I flinch.
Talon’s grip tightens, and I feel the tension in every muscle, every word he doesn’t say.