Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
I’d gotten so attached to him. But the universe was determined to make sure I was forever alone. It wasn’t fucking fair. What the fuck had I done to deserve this hell?
Hot tears streaked down my cheeks as I maneuvered the car out of town to head back to the clubhouse. A sob ripped from my throat. I tightened my fingers around the steering wheel until my knuckles were white.
Something slammed into the back of my car, and I screamed. My head jerked forward, and my forehead slammed against the steering wheel. The car spun out of control. My vision went fuzzy around the edges and flipped upside down, and the last thing I was aware of was the sound of shattering glass and crunching metal.
9
Blink
Grit was storming out of the clubhouse when we rode onto the lot. I frowned and quickly came to a stop, turning my bike off. “What?” I demanded. Something had happened. Grit got worked up easily, but one look at his face told me something had actually seriously gone wrong this time.
He was pissed—no other way to put it. His jaw was clenched, and his hands were twitching at his sides.
“Your girl is what,” he growled at me. I clenched my jaw. The fuck did he mean—my girl was the problem? “She swore she’d go straight to the store for medicine and come back, and it’s been two goddamn hours, Blink.”
I tightened my hands around the handles of my bike to resist jumping off and beating the shit out of him. “Why the fuck did you let her go by herself?” I snarled at him. “Anything could have fucking happened to her, Grit!”
“I had to be here, remember?!” he barked at me. “I can’t hold her hand all goddamn day, Blink. That’s your job.”
I sneered at him, my heart in my throat all while rage thrummed through my veins. I wanted to fuck Grit up so badly for letting her leave, but Lindsey could be in trouble. She needed my attention more than Grit and his carelessness did.
“This’ll hold until I fucking get back, you hear me?” I turned my bike back on, drowning out whatever he’d been about to say next. Then, I peeled around and spun off the lot, heading toward town. If she’d promised she would come right back, then she would’ve kept that promise. Which meant she had to be somewhere on this route.
I gunned my engine, letting the wind tear through my hair. Clouds were rolling in from the west, threatening rain and storms. Just what I fucking needed when my woman was missing.
I had to find her before the bad weather hit. I had to.
The sight of her rust bucket of a car crumpled against a tree on the side of the road had my heart dropping to my stomach. I quickly came to a stop and jumped off my bike. The machine fell to the side as I rushed down the hill to her just as she pushed open her battered car door. It fell off, smacking to the ground.
Horror swept through me when she angled herself out of the car. She was bloody, her hair matted with it. Rivers of red ran down her beautiful face. I was pretty sure I was going to vomit. I’d seen a lot of fucked up shit while I was overseas, but nothing I saw or endured could have prepared me for seeing the love of my life looking like she was going to die at any fucking moment.
I pushed myself harder, sprinting toward her as fast as I could. She took one look at me, and a small smile tilted her lips before her eyes rolled back in her head. My arms latched around her just as her body went slack, threatening to take her to the ground.
“Oh, fuck,” Carter breathed from right behind me. I hadn’t even noticed that he’d followed me from the clubhouse.
I sank to the ground with her in my arms, my knees thudding against the earth as I cradled her to me. My heartbeat was pounding so loudly in my ears, it almost drowned out the sound of everything else around me.
“Go to the nearest place and call 9-1-1,” I rasped. With trembling fingers, I swiped some blood off her cheeks, smearing the dark, red liquid on my hands. I cupped her face, tears swimming in my eyes. Her breaths were shallow, her lips twisted into a grimace of pain even in her unconscious state.
I couldn’t lose her. Not like this. Living without her bright smile lighting up my world every fucking day would be my own death.
I heard Carter’s bike tear off down the highway a moment later. Carver, who I hadn’t noticed had followed me either, crouched beside me, his hand resting on my shoulder. “Brother, I know this shit hurts, but stay the fuck out of your head, you hear me? No one stayed to help her, which means she was targeted. We need to be on our P’s and Q’s in case someone comes to make sure they completed the job.”