Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
“Not so fast, little girl.” Wrath cocks his head and studies her. “What’d you see today?”
“Leave her out of it,” Remy says.
Molly lets out a slow breath and flicks her eyes toward her brother. “I was in it when that guy pointed a gun at me. And even deeper in it when I smashed his leg with the crowbar.”
Jigsaw reels back and cackles. “Guess that ruthless streak runs through your blood.”
Remy sighs.
“Griff had him,” Molly says. “But I already had the crowbar in my hands and I was afraid he’d try to run.” She lifts her gaze and meets Wrath’s stare head-on. “But if anyone outside of the four of you asks, all I saw was the inside of this garage while Griff and I were working on my car.”
Wrath nods once, then turns his hard stare on me. “She’s your girl.”
He’s not asking but I answer anyway. “Yes.”
“She’s my sister,” Remy says. “She won’t say anything.”
“Okay,” Wrath says.
Those two syllables land heavy. If Molly breathes a word of this, Remy and I will be punished for it.
Wrath pulls out his phone. “I don’t think she should be at your house alone, though. I’m gonna ask Dex to stop by and watch your house until—”
“No,” Remy says. “She can go over to Vapor and Juliet’s place. She’ll be safe with them and no one has a reason to look for her there.”
Molly nods quickly. “I’d rather do that.”
“All right.”
I take Molly’s hand and walk her over to the door leading out of the garage. “I’ll have Remy bring me over there to pick you up later.”
Outside we stop at my car and I open the door for her. “Be careful.”
She lifts her chin. “What’re you going to do with his truck?”
Shit, one of us should’ve moved it. “Don’t worry about it.”
“All right.” She leans up and kisses my cheek. “I love you.”
“Love you too.” I watch her leave, then return to the garage.
The guys have our robber loaded sideways on a creeper. “Murphy’s bringing a van,” Wrath explains to me.
Wrath rips the guy’s gag off.
“Are you talking, or are we snipping?” Jigsaw asks, showing the guy the bolt cutters.
In between sobs and sniveling over his broken wrist, black eyes, and shattered ankle, he gives up the name of his boss. I don’t recognize it but Wrath’s eyes light with interest.
Outside, tires crunch over the gravel. I grab the gag and shove it back into the guy’s mouth.
“It’s probably Murphy.” Wrath jerks his head toward the door.
Remy opens one of the large, overhead garage doors and guides Murphy as he backs a plain, black van inside.
“What’s up?” Murphy steps out of the van and pulls a black knit hat over his unruly dark red hair and slips on a pair of black leather gloves.
“I’ll fill you in,” Jigsaw says.
“Can we leave the bikes here?” Wrath asks me.
“Yeah. No problem.” I lift my chin toward the parking lot. “I gotta get rid of his truck.”
“Is that piece of shit out there his?” Wrath asks. “I thought it belonged to the shop.”
“No, that’s what he came in.”
“Fuck, Griff. It’s been sittin’ out there all this time.”
“You honestly think anyone’s gonna come asking about this guy?” Remy asks.
“That’s not the point,” Wrath growls, his eyes narrowing. “You got a place you can get rid of it?”
“Yeah,” I answer slowly. “There’s a junkyard I have access to.”
“All right. You two take care of that.” Wrath slaps one hand on Remy’s shoulder and the other on mine, his firm grip demanding no argument. “We’ll take care of him.”
My jaw tightens with determination. “This is my situation. I’ll handle it.”
“Ah, so strong and yet so wrong,” Jigsaw rhymes, shaking his head at me.
It’s probably the tension of the afternoon snapping, but I burst out laughing. “What?”
Wrath’s stern expression doesn’t waver. “We need you focused on training for that fight,” he says. “Not gettin’ distracted with a side quest. Dump the truck. That’s all I need from you.”
“You know I have no problem getting my hands dirty,” I protest.
“We know,” Murphy cuts in, his tone as forceful as Wrath’s. “You also need to take care of that truck right now.”
Arguing with him is pointless. “I’ll get it done.”
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Molly
After the attempted robbery, I never hear about the guy again. I put it out of my mind and focus on school. Griff focuses on his training.
I can’t be here to say goodbye when he leaves tomorrow morning. I’ll be in class when his plane takes off. So he drove out to school to take me out to dinner tonight. Now that we’re back at my dorm, I don’t want to say goodbye.
I’m trying to stay strong, but I hate that Griff’s leaving me again. At least this time there aren’t as many unknowns. He has a schedule for fight camp that he’s shared with me. We have plans to talk every day. The only filming that will go on at the camp is to gather footage to market the fight to pay-per-view audiences.