Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Nodding my head, I put the minivan in drive and hit the gas. “Alright, I guess you can come along then.”
“Thank—” Jude starts to say only to cut off when I continue to push down on the gas, flying up the street.
Throwing me a look of worry, he hastily does his seatbelt up.
“If you say one word about women drivers, I’ll shoot you,” I warn him.
“I wouldn’t dare,” Jude snickers. “I’d just like to point out that you’re going to be attracting quite a bit of attention by driving this fast through this neighborhood.”
I sigh because he’s right.
But, “It can’t be helped. I don’t have a lot of time left…”
“Oh?” Jude asks, arching a brow with interest.
Nodding, I glue my attention to the road in front of me as I quickly catch him up on the situation.
“I see,” he says thoughtfully when I finish. “Do you have a plan?”
Shaking my head, I almost start laughing hysterically. “Besides showing up and hoping for the best? No.”
He starts prodding me for information about the house. Where it’s located and what’s around it. I describe everything as best as I can. Then he starts prodding me about Mikhail and what he knows.
When I tell him Mikhail probably doesn’t expect me to have anyone with me to help me, he says, “We’ll have to use that to our advantage. I suggest you turn off the headlights and slow down when we get close to the house.”
“Why?” I ask, simply because I want to hear the reasoning behind it.
“Because I’ll get out and make my way up to the house to clear a path for you. You said it yourself, Mikhail isn’t alone. Alone, the two of us could easily take him. There’s no telling though how many men he has with him.”
I nod at that reasoning. If he wants to go in first and start shit, he can be my guest.
As fast as I’m driving, it only takes another minute to reach the road that leads to my parent’s house.
I do exactly as Jude advised me to. Switching off the headlights before I make the turn, I slow the van to a crawl.
Nodding his dark head at the window, he asks, “Is that the house?”
“Yes,” I say, taking it in.
There are a few lights glowing from the windows on the first floor and there appears to be three dark cars parked in the driveway.
There’s still no telling how many men Mikhail has with him, but it’s at least three.
Fucker could never stoop low enough to drive himself anywhere.
Unbuckling his seatbelt, Jude pulls the gun from his hip and checks the clip. “Get me a little closer and then I’ll get out.”
“How will I know when it’s safe to approach?” I ask as he pulls a silencer from inside his jacket and twists it on.
“It won’t be safe to approach, period,” he points out and gives me a sharp look. “Do you have a phone?”
“No, Coy smashed my only phone,” I almost pout.
Jude smirks. “I guess you’ll just have to wait until all is quiet…”
Opening the door, he slides out of van and shuts the door softly behind him. Then he’s slipping like a shadow into the dark, heading for the trees.
I pull off the side of the road, put the van in park, and shut off the engine.
“Wait until all is quiet…” I whisper to myself.
It’s pretty damn quiet right now. The only thing I can hear is crickets and mosquitos.
What I wouldn’t give for a phone, though. Not only so Jude can give me the all clear, but so I could get ahold of Coy. If he and the Bastards could get here, I’d have nothing to worry about…
Sighing, I start to tap my fingers against the steering wheel as I watch the house and absolutely nothing happens.
Seconds start to turn into minutes and a hard ball of dread begins to grow in my stomach.
I’m seriously starting to doubt the wisdom in trusting Jude when I notice movement on the side of the house. There’s a man close enough to a window that I can barely, just barely, make out his silhouette.
I watch him, holding my breath, as he starts to turn toward the van.
Then he disappears. Just poof, he’s gone, and I have absolutely no clue what happened to him.
But I know Jude caused it.
Feeling a little more relieved, I continue to stare into the darkness, my eyes and ears straining.
Everything is quiet until suddenly it’s not.
In the distance, I hear the unmistakable rumble of a motorcycle.
Eyes snapping to my rearview mirror, I see one headlight approaching.
Is it Coy?
My heart begins to beat wildly with hope before I realize the sound of the motorcycle is going to draw attention to me.
Shit.
I start up the van and roll down my window, craning my neck out.