Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Hello?” he answered.
His eyebrows lowered at whatever Griffin had to say and slowly, anger started to leech into his features.
“When?” he asked.
He nodded to something that was said, and then replied with, “We’ll be there in five minutes.”
Without waiting, he got out of my truck and walked to his bike.
All the while he had the phone to his ear while he listened.
My heart started to beat fast as a sliver of fear slid through me. This could be it. This could be the break we’d been waiting for.
Rolling the window down, I listened as he mounted his bike.
“Yeah. No. We weren’t there all day. We were at my place and have been for nearly a week now. Haven’t heard of another sighting in well over a week,” he replied to something Griffin was saying.
The sightings had been the only thing keeping me sane, and the last week, without a single sighting, my heart had started to constrict until fear was the only thing I tasted. The only thing I breathed.
My heart jolted.
“My place?” I asked him.
Wolf’s eyes flicked to me as he started the bike up and backed out of the parking spot he’d just pulled into.
“Follow me,” he pushed the phone into his pants pocket and gestured for me to follow him.
The ride to where we were going was unfamiliar at first, but then a sick jolt of fear slid through me as we arrived in a neighborhood that looked extremely familiar to me.
I couldn’t place why it looked so familiar.
Not until Wolf shut off his bike and pointed to something in the distance.
I followed suit and pulled up to his side, shutting my truck off so I could hear him over my engine.
“Someone reported screaming from a house about twenty minutes ago,” he said. “Cops were called, and they found something they want us to see.”
“What is it?” I inquired, licking my lips in nervousness.
He shook his head.
“They wouldn’t say what it was,” he replied as he waited.
It didn’t take long to see what he was waiting for, and my heart started to pound as the entire Uncertain Saints MC showed up, silent as wraiths.
They led us to a house at the very end of the block, and the bodies that littered the sidewalk around the house made me irrationally happy.
It was obvious what the men of the Uncertain Saints had been doing while Wolf and I had been in route.
Stomach churning, I pushed past my new friends, the guys that I began to depend on with everything I had over the last three months, and made my way up to the front porch at a run.
Three months of my worst nightmares.
They couldn’t keep me from this, though.
They couldn’t keep me from her.
“It’s bad, Dean,” Tai said seriously, stopping me before I could make it all the way inside. When he’d shown up, I had no idea. I was just glad that my friends were here. Likely, their presence was to keep me from going nuts. “She’s likely going to die.”
The confirmation that it was her in that room was more than enough to make hope and joy surge through my body, despite the fact that Tai had just said that whatever was going on with her was bad. That she’d likely die.
I looked over at my friend, then nodded my head in all seriousness.
“She needs me,” I gently took my arm from Tai’s grip, then walked into the room.
The first thing I saw were the men surrounding her.
Able and Booth were at the wall, both on one side, holding her steady with hands on her knee and arm. Bowe and Drew were on the other side doing exactly the same.
My breath left me instantaneously as they moved slightly to the right and I caught sight of her.
“Hey, baby,” I whispered, bile rushing up my throat.
July couldn’t even pick up her head.
She was exhausted, and her breathing was coming way too fast.
She struggled again to lift her head so she could see me, and I dropped to my knees directly in front of her, coming only inches from the sword that impaled her middle.
With the new angle, July was able to look down to see me, and she smiled a shaky smile at me, trying to comfort me even when she was the one who clearly needed comfort.
“Hi,” I whispered.
Her eyes filled with tears.
“You were right,” she said, her eyes skimming down to her belly. “I was wrong.”
“I was right about what?” I asked her gently, bringing my hand up to gently cup the curve of her cheek.
Where was the ambulance?
“Ambulance is supposed to be here in five. They had to send a truck from Daingerfield since nearly all units were on calls,” someone said from behind me.
I didn’t notice who.
I was too busy keeping my eyes on the woman in front of me.