Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
He felt Kade’s hand close over his shoulder in a silent warning. Faust forced himself not to lose control. Get Molly safe. “A man’s house is his kingdom. Women need to understand that.”
“Exactly. So, I’ll teach Molly a lesson and she’ll understand.” The man’s voice was close.
He turned to hiss into Kade’s ear. “Find the fucking light switch. Light this up!”
“I’m afraid I have a problem with that,” Faust commented. “You involved me and the Shadowridge Guardians with your messenger.”
“My brother does anything I want. He’s family. He just brought a picture to warn you. They won’t be able to pin anything on him. Then, when I go back to trial, he’ll locate my wife and kids when they have to testify against me. She fled without leaving a forwarding address for some reason.”
“You wanted to get caught?”
“Sure. I have one thing left to do now before they lock me up. Come out, come out, wherever you are, Molly.”
The sound of her name coming out of that jerk’s mouth was the last straw. Faust burst around the corner and raced the last few feet to tackle the man who’d dared hurt his Little girl. Pain lanced through his side as he tackled him to the floor. Pushing that inconvenience from his mind, Faust captured the man’s hand holding the knife and pushed it to the floor as King, Bear, and Kade rounded the corner, filling the wide hallway with muscular, pissed-off bikers.
White lights blazed from the ceiling and thundering steps raced down the passage toward them. Ink turned the last corner and skidded to a stop as he took in the trio restraining one man. “I miss all the fun.”
“Youngest member had to flip on the lights,” Kade explained, making Ink shake his head.
“Come out,” the police yelled.
“We’ve got him,” Ink bellowed to answer. “Faust? Did you know you’re bleeding?”
A box slid out from the bottom shelf and two small hands appeared. One gripped a gold rod so tightly her knuckles were white. Molly’s head and body followed as she scrambled from the hiding spot. She clambered to her feet and circled way around the man who’d chased her to reach Faust as he pushed himself against the wall to power himself to his feet.
“Daddy!” She ran toward Faust and tried to help him stand.
“Stay where you are, Faust. You’ve been stabbed. Do you want to bleed out?” King demanded.
The edges of Faust’s vision darkened. He eased himself back down to the concrete floor. If he fainted, he’d never hear the end of it.
Molly hovered over him, trying to help, still holding the cylindrical object in her hand. Faust could see her shaking. “He put a knife in you?” she whispered.
“I’m fine, Pixie. Don’t worry. A few stitches and...”
Faust stopped trying to reassure her as she stood up straight and turned to face the man held against the floor. A patrolman reached them with his gun in his hand as she took steps forward and raised the object in her hand.
“Freeze,” the officer ordered, pointing the gun at Molly.
“He hurt them,” she whimpered. “Over and over. I could hear his wife begging him to stop and her screams when he turned his attention to her instead. He’s evil. Now he has this whole plan to take me out and find his ex-wife and kids to beat again? He should not take another breath in this world.”
The police officer moved to get a clear shot as Molly moved closer to the man, raising the object in her hand higher. Faust heaved himself to his feet and wrapped his arms around his Little girl. “Someone else will judge him, Pixie. This isn’t up to you.”
“He’s never going to stop coming after me,” she whispered.
“He will. Elizabeth will make sure of it,” Faust assured her, holding out his hand. Seeing the black fog growing denser, he locked his knees. King stood up from his position holding the man securely and shifted behind Faust.
“Elizabeth, Talon’s Little is a lawyer.” Molly sighed with relief and smiled. She placed the object in Faust’s hand.
The candlestick disappeared from his view as his vision went totally black. Faust heard the clatter as the rod slid through his limp fingers to hit the floor. Strong arms wrapped around his chest, pulling him back to settle on the floor.
“Thanks, brother,” Faust whispered, knowing one of the Shadowridge Guardians MC had kept him from collapsing to the floor.
“Hey, we need an ambulance here,” King called down the hallway.
“Daddy.” Molly’s sweet voice made him smile.
“The paramedics are coming. Can someone clue me in? What is going on?” The policeman’s voice sounded totally baffled.
Faust shifted and immediately heard the squeak of a chair. He felt her cold hands next as she rubbed his forearm.
“I’m okay, Pixie.”
“You scared me,” she admitted, holding his hand.
“I just wanted another scar to make you think I was tough.” Faust tried to make light of his injury.