Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
The biker then drives right over him, breaking bone after bone in his body.
The guy gargles out a screaming moan.
Finally, I can breathe again.
Until some other fucker clamps down on my ankles and refuses to let go.
“Get off me!” I shriek, kicking.
Motorcycle guy has turned his bike around again, but I’m far too busy shaking this fucker off my legs because he won’t let me go.
“Fuck off!” I scream, kicking him like my life depends on it.
After I roll around on the asphalt, he finally loses his grip, and I crawl backward away from him. The asshole still follows me, attempting to grasp my ankles again, so I swiftly get to my feet and attempt to brawl with him.
They wanna take me? Fine. I won’t go quietly.
Motorcycle guy jumps off his bike as five more goons appear from the sidelines, all sporting butcher knives.
“You messed with the wrong fucking guys.”
Motorcycle guy doesn’t say a word as he casually unzips his coat and pulls out two sizable knives while I avoid a knockout blow to the face.
I throw a left fist and punch the fucker who tried to take me by the legs in the gut.
He groans in pain but swiftly regains his composure and grips my second fist midair, knocking me back into a wall.
“Whoever the hell you summoned isn’t going to save you,” he grits. “You’re outnumbered.”
“Says who?” I grit, trying to lie my way through this.
A fist comes at my face, but I lean sideways and narrowly avoid it. However, a second hit of his knee in my stomach makes me buck and heave.
The guy grabs me by the hair. “Not so confident now, are we?”
He kicks me in the shins from the side, and I’m knocked to the ground.
Suddenly, a knife comes flying right at us and hits the guy in the back.
He groans and falls over on top of me.
Motorcycle guy grabs him by the shoulders and hauls him off me, shoving him aside. He stares me down for a second, but I can’t see his eyes behind that dark visor, and I shudder in place.
When the guy comes up to a crawl, another knife is thrown at him… straight in the back of his skull. Blood explodes everywhere—on the asphalt, on my clothes, my skin, on his helmet.
Who is this guy?
In shock, I stare, still on the ground, as Motorcycle guy waltzes off and slams his fist into another one of those fuckers who came for me, pummeling him to the ground before piercing his eye, pricking it to his knife like a goddamn marshmallow he wants to roast.
The guy screams in pain. “What the fuck?!”
Motorcycle guy grips his mouth and cracks open his jaw, shoving the eye inside.
What the fuck—
Two hands grip my ankles, dragging me across the pavement, and I shriek. “NO!”
I grab the knife stuck in the dude’s head and rip it out, ramming it into the asphalt in an effort to save myself from being hauled away.
Motorcycle guy chucks one of his bloodied knives right at the fucker who’s grabbed me, and it punctures his neck near the base of the skull, severing the connection to his own brain.
He collapses on the ground while I crawl away to a safer spot.
“What the fuck do you want?!” one of the other guys yells at Motorcycle guy.
All I can do is gape at the massacre in front of me.
Motorcycle guy straightens his back, muscles clearly rippling through his outfit. “Touch her, and it’ll be the last fucking thing your fingers touch on this goddamn earth before I wipe you off it.”
Wait a minute … I recognize that voice.
He swings his knife around like it’s a toy. “Now … who’s ready to die?”
“You motherfucker, you’ll pay for this!” one of the men yells at Motorcycle guy.
Two, three, four guys all come at the stranger at once, but he dodges their attacks like he’s done this a million times before. He shoves a knife into the first guy’s temple, then pulls it out to slice the second one’s face from ear to ear.
But a third one approaches him from behind, and I scream, “Watch out!”
I snatch the knife from the ground and attempt to chuck it at the third guy.
Too late.
The guy cuts him with a butcher’s knife from the back, jamming the knife straight through his visor, shattering it to pieces.
I squeal in response, worried he’s hurt, but in a millisecond while he turns to face the fucker, his green eyes find mine in the dark while red streaks of blood roll down his sharp nose. Those black-and-white hairs fluttering around his forehead make me hold my breath.
Is that…?!
He rips the butcher’s knife out of his visor and jabs the guy straight in the heart.
“Fuck…” the guy groans before collapsing.
The fourth one’s neck is sliced open, and blood sprays everywhere.