Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
For several long moments, we’re still, a four piece statue trapped in the kind of situation that could cost a politician their career. Then we slide apart. I’m trembling between the guys, partly coming down from the strongest orgasm of my life, and partly from the strain of keeping myself up. Blade pulls himself gently from me, and Alpha slips out from between my lips. Then the three of them roll me off Ripper and onto the bed where I lie exhausted.
“Holy crap.”
“No fucking shit,” groans Ripper. “When you went off, I thought you were going to take off my dick. That was fucking amazing.”
“Yeah. Fuck,” whispers Blade.
“You good?” asks Alpha as he slides down onto the bed next to me so he can pull me against him in a gentle embrace. “That was pretty intense.”
I have to think about it. “Yeah. God, yeah, I am, but now I really need something more than one of Dad’s yogurt cups. You guys are going to be the death of me.”
“But we just made you a sandwich.” Ripper laughs, then moves closer, so I’m trapped between him and Alpha. Not as filling as it was a moment ago, but it’s comforting and warm, and right now that’s even better.
27
FAITH
The next morning I watch Dad and most of the Screaming Eagles roll out, heading to the Pit Viper compound to deal with Crow. It’s a beautiful pink and orange sunrise, but I can’t enjoy even a minute of it. Even with Alpha and the others at my back, it makes me feel helpless to not be a part of saving my own best friend.
I’m still thinking about it an hour later in the common room.
“Stop,” Blade orders as I set up what must be my hundredth break on the pool table.
“Stop what?”
“Thinking about doing something stupid.”
Ripper and Alpha nod, leaving me feeling like a little kid being told no over and over again. It doesn’t matter that I know they’re right.
“I feel like I’m letting her die.”
“Which is exactly how we’d feel if you tried to take on their whole compound,” growls Alpha. “Exact same fucking thing.”
My phone buzzes, and when I look down at the screen, ice runs through my veins. “It’s from Nicky!”
That gets their full attention. If she’s gotten away somehow, maybe we can call Dad back and nobody has to get hurt. I bring up the message, and my heart sinks immediately. I shake my head. “No, no, no.”
“What?” Alpha’s right behind me, then Blade and Ripper.
“It’s not Nicky. It’s Crow. He’s just using her phone.” I try to keep my nerves calm. Crow’s communicating directly to me now? Even if it isn’t him, it’s probably someone under his orders and that’s not good.
“New time and location? What kind of bullshit is this?” Ripper grabs the phone from me to read. “Fuck, that’s the wrong direction. Even if we called now, they wouldn’t be able to get there in time.”
“It’s a trap,” Blade growls.
“We know. We knew that already.” Alpha looks at Blade, not understanding.
“No. Fuck. Trap within a fucking trap. Eagle-eye and the boys are headed to their clubhouse, and how much you wanna fucking bet there’s going to be an ambush there?” He points at the phone. “And meanwhile, we have to scramble because he’s changed the time and location, sending it straight to Faith.”
“Fuck,” Ripper and Alpha let out at once.
“We’ve got to warn Dad!” I grab the phone back, reading over the message one more time. Another comes in while I read.
Confirm you got this, or we start cutting.
A picture’s been attached, with Shovelhead resting a machete on Nicky’s finger while grinning ugly. And Nicky looks like she’s screaming.
Crap, crap, crap.
“Could we make it?”
“The new location?” Ripper looks at me. “Yeah, we can, but probably not your Dad.”
“How do they know we aren’t with the rest?” Alpha asks.
“They’re probably betting on Eagle-eye refusing to bring Faith. They might not know we’re with her, but it’s a good bet that she isn’t with Prez.” Blade shrugs. “Doesn’t matter exactly, but what it means is they’re planning something and the war party can’t get to that new spot.”
“I think I’m going to throw up. I can’t leave Nicky to die. I’m sorry. I tried to do what everyone asked, but this is too much.”
“Fuck.” Alpha growls.
“It has to be us. We have to at least try. Now!”
“Faith—”
“No. I’m not letting Nicky get killed if I can help it.”
The guys look at each other, then nod. Blade pulls out his own phone. “I’m going to update Eagle-eye. Maybe he’ll take it easier from me.”
Even from ten feet away, as we’re heading to the garage, we hear almost every single furious word Dad shouts at him. If Crow doesn’t kill us, Dad just might. Eventually, Blade just hangs up and jams the phone back in his pocket. “We ride.”