Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“You’re bikers. And you have something to do with that crazy bitch from the tire shop.” Despite his vulnerable position, Fletcher spoke with authority as though he held all the cards. “Seriously, man, you should get your woman some help because I’ve never seen that bitch before.”
Spec clamped down on Fletcher’s shoulders until the man cringed. “Call her a bitch again,” he whispered low and deadly. “Dare you.”
“We are bikers,” Ty said, stepping forward and cracking his knuckles. “The same bikers who broke up a human trafficking ring run out of Stray nightclub. Ring any bells?”
Spec’s eyes narrowed as the realization of this man’s connection to Kelsie took hold.
Fletcher paled. “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about, man. Never been there. That bi…” Spec squeezed, “… woman say she saw me there?”
Ty stared him down.
“Yikes,” Spec said with an exaggerated shiver. “He is pissed.” He leaned down to speak at Fletcher’s ear again. “I’ve known him for a good while now, and I have to say, I have never seen the man this pissed. Not sure how this is gonna play out for you, buddy.”
Across the room, Jinx let out a loud laugh.
“All right.” Spec chuckled. He slapped the side of Fletcher’s head hard enough to make the man wince. “You got me. I know exactly how this is gonna play out. Hope you got life insurance.”
“This is insane!” Fletcher yelled, thrashing against the bindings. “I’m telling you, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know who she is.”
The fucking liar.
A man who had no problem doing the crime but didn’t have the stones to admit it was the weakest kind of creature.
“Maybe you need a little reminder.” Ty grabbed the asshole’s throat and squeezed. Spec stepped back, letting Ty do whatever he wanted. Fletcher’s eyes bugged, and his face turned tomato red within seconds. A high-pitched gurgle came from his constricted throat. “Is it coming back to you?”
Fletcher struggled but couldn’t reach for Ty’s hands since his were tied down. His lips moved, but no more sound came.
“You did this to her. After you bid on her, purchased her, and raped her, you cut off her air until she passed out.”
No one dared to breathe. On an abstract level, they all knew what had happened to Kelsie. Human traffickers had held her for over a week. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had been done to her, but hearing the actual words made it real on a level they’d been able to compartmentalize before.
Not anymore. Now, they had one of the bastards at their mercy, and they knew exactly what he’d done to Kelsie and who knew how many other women.
“How does it feel?” he asked in a low, growly voice. “To know your consciousness is slipping away with each passing second, and you have no idea if you’ll ever wake up again. Do you like being on this end?”
Fletcher's eyes began to roll back in his head. His struggles ceased, and just as it seemed he would lose consciousness, Ty released his throat and smacked his cheek to jolt him awake. Fletcher sucked in a long breath which turned into a choking fit.
Bloodshot eyes full of hatred met Ty’s gaze, but they’d lost their arrogance. Fletcher was now a man who knew he was fucked.
“You hard?” Ty asked.
“Wha—” Another hacking fit racked Fletcher. A string of saliva hung from his chin when he finally stopped coughing. “What?” His ruined voice made Ty smile.
“Are. You. Hard? You like this, right? This is what does it for you? Someone getting roughed up and choked out without their consent. This is the kinda thing that revs you up, right?”
“Maybe he’d like it better if he was naked,” Jinx said with a dark laugh.
Ty raised an eyebrow. “Is that what we’re missing?”
“Fuck… you,” Fletcher said between wheezes.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like that idea? Coulda fooled us.”
Fletcher said something, but his raspy voice made it intelligible.
“Speak up,” Jinx called with a laugh.
“I said she fucking loved it.”
Ty saw red.
“She’s a who—”
He punched Fletcher so hard that the chair toppled back. The back of his head smacked against the ground with a satisfying thwack. Sharp pain bloomed across Ty’s knuckles, making him smile. If his hand hurt, so did Fletcher’s face.
“Hell yeah! That’s what I’m talking about.” Jinx slow-clapped as he cheered.
Ty kicked the leg of the chair, spinning Fletcher until his face came into view. Blood poured from his nose, puddling on the ground. God, he wanted the man to die.
Slowly and painfully.
Even that wouldn’t be enough to slake his rage. All he could think about as he glared down at the fucker was the way Kelsie looked the day they’d rescued her. She’d been traumatized beyond reason, visibly bruised, and scared out of her mind. This man caused that. He’d taken a young, beautiful woman and harmed her in the worst way. A woman who stared at Ty as though he’d hung the fucking moon.