Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“I’m more than sure,” I answer, pulling out my cellphone. I frown when the call connects but goes straight to Devil’s voice mail.
“Gunner, get Scorpion to do a trace and locate on Devil’s phone. It’s ringing into voicemail.”
“Fuck,” Fury growls, probably because he knows Devil is addicted to that damn phone. He would never leave it unwatched.
“Let’s forget about me and concentrate on Devil. My gut is telling me he’s in trouble, and my gut is rarely wrong.”
“Looks like I’m headed back to Murfreesboro,” Fury responds.
“We’ll be lucky if we all aren’t,” I tell him once I try Devil’s phone and he still doesn’t answer.
Something is going on and it’s not good. I feel it.
Why can’t anything be simple anymore damn it!?!?!?
Devil
I know I need to wake up, but the temptation to remain sleeping is strong. I need to stay alert, but I think that may be more than I have in me right now. I can’t be sure how long I’ve been here. A rough guess says not long. I keep drifting in and out, but I don’t think it could be over two days.
I know if my club discovers I’m gone they’ll stop at nothing to come and save me. The problem is I’ll most likely be dead before they know. The only one who might miss me right away is Torrent and after the way we left things, she’ll not think anything of me disappearing. I played right into Wolf’s hands like some wet-behind-the-ears pup, walking into a slaughter. If I had the energy, I’d be pissed at myself.
The pain in my upper arms, shoulders and even my elbow is indescribable right now. They’ve roped my wrists and then strung me up on a hook, leaving me about three feet off the floor. That doesn’t sound like a lot, but it’s left my arms taking all my weight—and right now that’s dead weight.
If there’s a bright side, I think the bleeding has stopped from my head. It feels dried and tight against my skin now, and my vision is back, though still a little blurry. I have so much pain in other places, it’s hard to tell but I think my headache has lessened too.
They’ve done little more than ignore me since they strung me up, but I know that too is coming to an end soon. There’s been talking behind me. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can make out words here and there. There’s two distinct voices, so I doubt it’s party time just yet. Wolf’s not here. He’ll want to be the one to finish me off. I know because I’d be the same with him.
I’m not going to get that chance now. It’s not that I’m giving up, it’s that I’m a realist. My men are hours away and most likely don’t even know I’m in trouble. After the way I left things with Torrent, I doubt she does either.
I fucked up there. I always knew my life could get me killed. I didn’t take it for granted and I’ve lived a good fucking life. If I have any regrets at all, it’s Torrent. We needed to have it out, but I should have kept my head a little more. I shouldn’t have been so damn harsh. I hate that her last memory of me will be…
“Well, boys, it looks like our little doggie has finally woke up.”
I blink and slowly bring my gaze to the right. Wolf is standing there leaning on a bat. There’s nails sticking out of the sides, and barbed wire too. No wonder I went down like a baby before. That fucker has been watching too much television. Still, I have to say that will be effective. Too bad I can’t mention it to Diesel.
“Did you have a nice little nap?” Wolf asks.
“Not really. The accommodations here suck,” I answer.
I try to keep my voice cocky if for no other reason than to not give the bastard any satisfaction, but son of a bitch, it comes out weak.
“You hear that, boys? Our little puppy’s not comfortable. We’ll have to see what we can do to make that better,” Wolf says and I close my eyes.
I’m not stupid. I know what’s coming. With any luck it will kill me, but I have a feeling whatever Wolf does, it will be slow. He’ll want to draw this out.
“Fuck you,” I groan as his bat connects with my knees and tears into my flesh.
“Shut up, puppy. I don’t have time to talk. I have to hurry. I have a date with my woman in a bit. You remember Torrent, right? While you’re hanging here, bleeding to death, I’ll be sliding in her bed. I’ll make sure to show her exactly how a real man treats a woman,” he yells and this time the bat hits me in the stomach. The hit is harder, the nails claw into the skin and the barbed wire holds onto the flesh so that when he pulls the bat away, pieces of my skin are torn away too. The pain is so intense I can’t respond to Wolf. I can only scream and prepare for the next hit.