Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
I don’t once look back to see how Bill faired.
I don’t care.
I run up to the side of the road, and frantically wave down a car. The distinct taste of copper fills my mouth and I know I’m bleeding. Someone must have been behind me and witnessed my crash, because a car is already coming to a stop and a man rushes out. “Ma’am, are you okay?”
I nod, my heart racing as I hear a car door slam down below.
Bill is alive.
The man in front of me doesn’t seem to notice, and I know I’ve only got seconds to convince him to help me.
“My car just slipped. I don’t know what happened. Can you take me into the hospital?”
The man nods. “Should we call the police? Are you alone?”
“Yes, I’m alone,” I say, a little too quickly but he doesn’t seem to notice. “I would rather just get to the hospital as soon as possible.”
“Come on.”
We go back to his car and get in, and he drives off, handing me a towel from the back seat to press over my head. I push it against the wound and as we pass, I glance in the mirror to see Bill appearing on the side of the road. He has blood on his head, too, and he’s looking at the car disappearing with a threat of death in his eyes. He’s going to come down hard after this, so I only have a little bit of time left to get to the club.
This man thinks he’s taking me to the hospital, but if we arrive there and he insists on taking me in, then I’ll have a problem. An approaching gas station has an idea coming to mind and I turn to him, my voice croaky as I say, “I’m not feeling okay. Can you stop so I might use the restroom?”
Pulling to a stop, the man turns to me. “You could have a concussion. You need to get to a hospital.”
I nod. “I just...I feel like I’m going to be sick. I’ll be one minute.”
He seems hesitant, but I suppose he knows he can’t hold me in his car so he tells me he’ll go and get me some water. We both get out and I make my way towards the restroom outside. The moment he enters the gas station, I turn and run down the road. We’re nearly back in town, and it’ll only take me a few minutes to get to the club from here being that it is on the way out. I keep to the side of the road, using the trees as cover, moving as fast as my body will take me to get to the clubhouse.
When I finally make it, I’m panting, my head is pounding and there is far more blood than I’d like running down my face and soaking my shirt. I’m a sight, I know it, but I wasn’t going to stop until I made it and I finally have. Rushing up to the front gates, two of the bikers waiting notice me and their eyes widen. One of them barks out for someone to get Night. I stop just inside the gates, pressing my hands to my knees, the scent and taste of blood overwhelming my senses.
“Bonnie?”
Western’s gravelly voice fills my ears and I lift my head.
The moment I see him, everything comes flooding forward.
I have so much I want to say, and yet my mind can’t seem to form the words.
Instead, I do the only thing I can think of. I pick up the pace as I rush towards him, bloody tears rolling down my cheeks. The moment I reach him, my voice comes out in a rasp. “I’m so sorry. I was so wrong.” Then, I throw myself at him. He catches me without hesitation, his big arms going around me, his face burying into my neck, blood and all.
“Never be sorry,” he murmurs. “Never.”
I cling to him as if my life depends on it, never wanting to let go. We stand there in the dust, our bodies intertwined, the truth finally revealed.
“I love you,” I say, pulling back. “I love you, Western.”
He swipes some blood off my lips with his thumb. “Love you, too.”
Those words. Oh. Those are the words I’ve dreamed of every second since the day I gave my heart over to him. I grip his face and pull him closer, smashing my lips against his as the world seems to come to a stop around us. He kisses me back, fingers tangled in my hair, his body pressing against mine.
It has finally happened.
After so long.
Western is mine.
He’s finally mine.
“WE’RE GOIN’ INTO LOCKDOWN,” Western announces, standing in front of the large group of bikers before him. “Bill is goin’ to retaliate, and until we have a plan, we aren’t riskin’ lives.”