Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Fuck, she’s hot when she’s getting revenge.
Fucking love that chick with all my damn heart.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Allie
Coy holds me and keeps me close, some part of him always touching me now that everything has been dealt with. Occasionally, he barks out orders over my head to his brothers when it’s needed, but it’s not needed very often.
And from how efficient the guys are at cleaning this up, I get the feeling they’re used to doing this kind of thing…
Both emotionally and physically raw, I cling to Coy’s shirt as I try to process what went down. Mikhail is gone… he’s finally gone. I saw it with my own eyes. I even got to vent some of my own torment out on him.
Yet I can’t seem to completely believe it’s real yet.
It’s too fresh and too new.
Almost too good to be true.
I suppose it will take time and a whole lot of tears to accept that my living nightmare has finally ended.
Coy kisses the top of my head and nudges his nose through my hair, breathing me in. He needs the reassurance that I’m still here, I’m still with him, as much I need it from him.
My fingers tighten around his shirt though to endure the pain his kisses unintentionally inflict.
I don’t have the heart to tell him that my scalp is fucking killing me.
“You ready to go home, Allie Cat?” Coy asks, his chest rumbling against my ear.
Smiling at the thought of returning to Levi, I tip my head up and tell him, “Yes.”
Coy smiles right back down at me and gives me another quick squeeze before he grabs my hand.
Still keeping me close, as if he’s afraid I could disappear at any second, Coy tugs me by the hand over to the driveway.
Instead of leading me up to my minivan though, he tries to lead me to his motorcycle.
“Coy…” I protest, immediately digging in my heels and tugging back on my hand. “I can’t ride on your bike.”
Just the thought of trying to get on it is causing my heart and breathing to quicken with uncontrollable panic.
“Allie,” Coy sighs and turns to face me. “It’s the only way we can get home.”
I shake my head and tug on my hand. After everything I’ve already been through, I can’t do this, I can’t. “We can take Barney.”
It’s still parked in the front yard.
Coy gives up on trying to tug me up to his bike and walks up to me, pulling me into his arms. I tense up and resist him at first. He can’t sweet talk me into this. I know he wants me back on his bike again, but he needs to have a little sympathy and compassion for Christ’s sake.
Now is not the time for this shit.
“Baby, we can’t take your van,” Coy says regretfully, as if he understands, and his arms squeeze around me. “All the bodies are in there…”
I almost say I don’t care before his words really sink in.
All the bodies are in there.
All, meaning what’s left of Mikhail’s as well.
Fuck.
“Can’t… can’t they drop them off wherever they’re going and come back for us?” I ask, desperate to find a way around getting on his bike.
“They could,” Coy sighs and gives the top of my head a kiss before he breathes out, “But it might be hours until they could come back for us.”
Dammit all. Hours before we could get back to Levi…
There has to be another way. There has to be.
Not willing to accept defeat yet, I ask hopefully, “What about an Uber or Lyft?”
Coy’s voice is soft. Well, as soft as a deep, rumbling voice can be as he says gently, “Baby, we can’t risk anyone seeing what went on here.”
And I know he’s right. If anyone sees what happened here, we’ll all probably end up in jail for a long time.
If I end up in jail, the only way I’ll ever see Levi again is through one of those plexiglass windows.
I choke on sob and shake my head as the full hopelessness of the situation washes over me.
Even knowing there’s no other way, I don’t think I can do it.
“I’ll take it nice and slow for you,” Coy tries to reassure me. “You can trust me.”
“I do trust you,” I admit, my voice cracking as I struggle to hold tears back. “It’s not that.”
I’m so damn sensitive and drained right now, my emotions feel like one big throbbing bruise. The slightest touch can set me off, and I hate it.
I wish I could get over all this shit already.
I just want to get home to my little boy, dammit. I need to hug him. I need to tell him he never has to worry again…
“What is it?” Coy asks and I tip my head back to look up at him.
All I see is love and sympathy in his eyes. He’s not purposely trying to push me into this for his own gain, and I’m pretty sure if there was another way, he’d find it.