Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Devil
I lean against the cement pillar, waiting. I can’t tell you for the life of me what makes me so positive that Wolf is going to show up, but I just know it. Suddenly everything around me is clear and I know without a shadow of a doubt that my waiting is over. Finally, after all of this time, I will have my hands on Wolf.
I should end him quickly and be done with it, but I won’t. I’m going to take my time with the motherfucker and enjoy every minute of it. When we were going into the hotel, I saw the car parked at the edge of the alley. It’s a silver Corvette. I mean, Wolf likes luxury and he loves to be flashy, and this is one of the best hotels in a huge city. That Vette could belong to anyone, but the vanity plates on the front snagged my attention.
Reggie 1.
Now, I might be wrong. There’s probably a million Reggie’s in Phoenix. But, considering Wolf is supposed to be here and he’s been pretending to be this Reggie, and added in the fact that Reggie’s card paid for this pricey as fuck hotel…I’m going to say it’s a good chance that Wolf is the one driving this car. I’m torn between wanting to go to the hotel room with Fury and Rebel and needing to stay down here. Wolf has proven to be a slippery motherfucker. I can’t take the chance of letting him get away. I grabbed my weapon that I despise, but am dying to use on Wolf, out of the back of the SUV. Now, I’m waiting. The longer time goes by without Wolf showing up, the more I’m starting to think I misjudged the sorry fuck yet again.
Then, all at once, I catch sight of a man in a blue suit, coming out of the back entrance of the hotel. He’s changed since I last met him. His hair shorter, a little grayer in his beard, and definitely wearing dressier clothes. He’s still the same bastard that has haunted my dreams for way too long, however. I stay hidden behind the pillar, listening as his footsteps bring him closer to me. Each one seems to take forever, even though I know better. Anticipation runs through me.
There’s been a lot that has happened to me since I faced losing everything and dying. I’ve gone through so much, but I’ve found my way out of the blackness, thanks to having my Angel and now our little boy. Through it all, there’s been this anger that I keep hidden. A darkness that keeps me from letting go of my past. It colors everything, even the happiness I’ve had. But, you better believe when the fucker comes close enough and I swing my bat—one covered in barbed wire, that has nails sticking out of it—the same one that the bastard used on me—I let that darkness take over. As I connect with Wolf’s gut, and he falls down on the ground, I feel a twisted joy rise up inside of me.
“Honey, I’m home,” I growl out, drawing my bat back and slamming into his face. I hit him another three times, before Fury and Rebel come out of the building. In the distance I can hear sirens beginning to get closer.
“I guess that answers the question about where you’ve been,” Fury says and I look up at him and smile and this smile that isn’t weighed down in the darkness, because now, I finally have Wolf right where I want him.
“Quit standing there playing with your dick. Get over here and help me get this motherfucker in the trunk of that Vette over there.”
“What are you going to do with him?” Rebel asks. I lean down and find the keys to the Vette in Wolf’s pocket. Next, I stomp my foot into Wolf’s balls. He’s unconscious so he doesn’t cry like the little bitch he is, but I still enjoy grinding his balls into useless sacks.
“Anything I fucking want,” I tell him, spitting on Wolf, just before my brothers help me load him up.
Ellie
“Dawn, honey. You need to get dressed,” I tell her, my heart hurting as I see Dawn. She’s still holding Glenna. She won’t let her go.
“She’s dead, Ellie.”
“I know, Dawn. But, listen. The cops are on their way. You don’t want to be naked when they come.”
“The cops?” she asks, her eyes going wide. I see the fear there and I rush to reassure her.
“They have to come, Sis. Glenna is dead. We need to report it and make sure they know who did this.”
“No. Don’t call the police, Ellie. We can’t let them find her. We have to hide her.”
“It’s too late, Dawn. We have to let this play through. Glenna is gone. We have to report the man that did this. We have to make sure that he can’t hurt any other women.”