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)
When I see exactly who is rolling up, my wildly beating heart drops to my stomach.
It’s not Coy, it’s fucking Poster Boy.
Goddammit.
“Shut your bike off!” I hiss at him as he comes to a stop next to my window.
“What the fuck is going on, Allie?” he snaps back, his motorcycle still running.
Motherfucker!
A light flashes in the corner of my eye and I whip my head back to the house when I hear men shouting in the distance.
A bunch of lights begin to flash and I hear gunshots.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
Either they’re shooting at us or they’re shooting at Jude.
I put the van in drive and hit the gas, merging back onto the road once I’m past Poster Boy.
Revving his engine up, Poster Boy speeds past me and weaves in front of me.
“Get out of my way!” I scream out my window. “I will run you over, motherfucker! Don’t fucking test me!”
Hitting the gas, I inch up on his back wheel until he suddenly swerves out of my way.
Once he’s no longer in front of me, I slam down on the gas and reach over to grab my gun.
I manage to get my fingers around the handle before I have to yank the steering wheel to turn into the driveway. I’m driving so fast, the van almost leaves the ground as I make the turn but then the tires find traction on the gravel.
Once I’ve straightened the steering wheel, I lean forward and shove the gun down the back of my leggings, tucking it below the waistband.
Standing in front of the house are two of Mikhail’s yes-men dressed in suits, pointing their guns at me.
Bet they’re expecting me…
As soon as I see recognition dawn on their faces and they begin to lower their guns, I give the steering wheel another yank and slam back down on the gas.
I close my eyes at the last second when they start to look panicked and lift their guns back up.
But as soon as I feel the impact of the bodies connecting with the front, and at least one of them slamming into the windshield, I slam on the brake.
The sudden stop causes me to jerk forward and then back, but thankfully the airbag doesn’t deploy.
Whoever hit the windshield tumbles down the hood to land with a thump on the ground.
Dazed, my neck and front aching, I have to take a moment to catch my breath.
There’s so much noise now, gunshots, shouting, moaning, and a motorcycle, I have no clue what’s going on.
And crap… maybe I shouldn’t have run those two guys over because I’m feeling a little fucked up.
Reaching down, my fingers fumble to unlatch my seatbelt. When I finally get my seatbelt undone, my door is yanked open and someone viciously grabs me by the hair.
“You little bitch!” Mikhail yells. “You stupid little fucking bitch! Look what you’ve done!”
By the hair he yanks me out of the van.
I scream as my scalp lights up in agony and reach up, twisting and turning, trying to pry him off.
As my ass hits the ground, he gives me a swift kick to the ribs that knocks all the air out of my lungs and starts to drag me to the front of the house.
“I’m going to fucking kill you for this!” he rants and raves. “Oh, I was considering keeping you around for a little longer. You haven’t given me a fucking heir yet with that cold cunt of yours, and you owe me at least that! But I’m going to fucking kill you now, you stupid fucking cunt bitch!”
I can feel chunks of my hair and scalp being ripped out as he continues, without mercy, dragging me by the hair all the way through the front door and into foyer.
When I finally manage to get enough air in my lungs to let out another scream, he kicks me in the ribs again. I double over when he finally yanks his hand out of my hair, taking even more of it with him.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t fucking breathe.
One hand on the floor, the other slapped against my chest, I desperately try to pull some oxygen in.
“I even kept your uncle alive for you! You’re fucking late and I kept him alive for you!”
He gives me a hard kick to my back that has me dropping to the floor on my face.
“Thank me, you ungrateful fucking bitch!” he roars.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try my best to fight through the pain. But fuck, my entire body feels like a cage of throbbing misery.
Mikhail grabs me by the hair again, yanking my head up and my neck back.
I’d scream again if I could.
“Look! Fucking look at him and thank me!”
Peeling my eyes open, I can only make out a blurry silhouette seated on something until I blink all my tears away.