Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
He's covered in blood, and amongst the shouting and chaos, I can see Spike tearing his shirt off to wrap his hands. My heart feels as though it lodges in my chest as I realize what they’re shouting. His fingers. They cut off his fingers. Vomit rises in my throat as they try to keep Bear on his feet. It feels as though I’m glued to the ground, unable to move.
A hand on my arm, tugging me, has me snapping out of my horror.
“Come on, we better move,” Addison yells into the darkness.
I do as she asks, turning and rushing behind her into the main house and through the halls to the back rooms as more bikers go running out to back up everyone outside. The kids are all sleeping in a big room in the back, where they sleep if we spend the night here. It locks and is safe, so we all pile in before shutting and locking the door. I glance out the window, but I can’t see a great deal. All I can hear is pure commotion.
“It’s Bear,” I whisper, pressing my hand to the glass.
“I heard. I swear, I’ll never get used to this shit,” Serenity murmurs, glancing down at the crib Ava is sleeping in.
“It’s part of this world, unfortunately,” Janine murmurs, her voice low and scared.
She’s right.
It is part of this world.
You choose to accept it when you get together with a biker, even if sometimes it scares the life out of you. It’s part of how they work and sometimes, deep in the depths of my soul, part of me wishes I could get my kids out of this life, but I know that isn’t fair or right. I know Spike will never let anything happen to them, and I know what I’ve gotten myself into.
Shouting voices have me peering out the window again.
I catch a glimpse of Spike dragging a man through the dirt by his hair. He looks wild with anger and the man is squirming and roaring for release, but he doesn’t let him go. I don’t know where he got him from, or how, but within minutes he has managed to find someone to torture. That thought alone is utterly horrifying. There is a look on his face that is terrifying, stone cold, and like he’s about had enough of playing nice. I step away and look to Addi. “I think we should get comfortable.”
She exhales. “I figured.”
“I hope Bear is okay,” Serenity murmurs, stepping up beside me and glancing out the window. “I hate when this happens. Someone gets hurt. It’s the worst revenge, and I know it’ll push the club into action. So much for our peace.”
“Peace is for the weak.” Addison sighs, sitting down onto the sofa in the corner of the room. “We’re biker bitches now. There is no turning back.”
She’s right about that.
Swallowing, I turn to face them. “Well, I guess our night is over. I’ll go get the spare mattresses so we can sleep.”
It’s going to be a long night—I can feel it.
SOMEHOW, I MANAGE TO fall asleep, but it takes hours.
Everything has gone quiet outside, but I know somewhere in this lot a man is being tortured for information.
By the time I wake, the sun is just cracking through the window. Pushing up, I glance around at the other girls, all sleeping soundly along with the babies. Mercy woke up once last night for a feed, so I had to tiptoe out and get her a bottle. Then, all was quiet. Getting off the bed, I stretch and inwardly moan at my sore back before tiptoeing out of the room and down the hall.
I’m hoping to get some answers, to see how Bear is, to find out what the hell went on last night.
I don’t need to search far, because as I step out into the garage, I see all the guys sitting silently, staring into nothing, like they’ve had the worst night of their lives. That can’t be a good sign. What’s even worse is that Spike is covered in blood, I don’t dare ask if it’s his own or someone else’s, because I already know the answer.
The murderous look on his face is enough to tell me what I need to know.
Jackson looks up at me first, his knuckles bloodied and his hair bunched messily on his head. “Everyone good in there?”
I nod, my eyes never leaving Spike.
Walking over to him, I squat down and wait for his eyes to meet mine. I can see pain in the depths, a deep pain, one I know all too well.
“We lost him.”
My heart breaks.
I didn’t know Bear that well, but I do know he was quiet and had a laugh that could boom through an entire room. He was a good soul, rough around the edges, but kind when it mattered.