Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Uh-uh. We don’t want him coming up here too early. I want to be able to enjoy you first before he realizes I’m here. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he realizes I did you right under his fucking nose,” he sneered.
Woof-woof-woof!
Petunia. My baby girl.
Fear ran rampant through my veins. If Petunia was barking, that’d mean Grayson wouldn’t put up with it for long. He hated when he had to listen to her bark.
“Fuck me, that stupid fucking dog. I should’ve taken her out outside when I had the chance,” Bobby growled.
Woof-woof-woof!
My knees started to collapse from under me. Maybe from the lack of oxygen, or possibly from pure fear. Whatever the cause, only the pressure on my throat kept me from hitting my knees.
Little white dots started to dance in my vision, and I knew, too late, that I was seconds away from losing consciousness.
Woof-woof-woof!
“Night, precious. You’ll want to thank that dog for saving your man. It won’t save you, though,” was the last thing I heard.
***
Torren
“When was the hearing?” I asked in outrage.
Why wouldn’t they have told us they were holding the hearing?
Wasn’t that something they thought the perpetrator’s victims ought to fucking know?
Woof-woof-woof!
Tru’s puppy (not so puppy), Petunia, a hundred and eighteen pound, year old, horse of a Cane Corso, barked furiously at the door to mine and Tru’s room. Most likely because she was locked out again.
“Kosher, heel,” Trance ordered.
Kosher sat whining at Trance’s feet, body locked in waiting, staring at our hound.
Woof-woof-woof!
The sound was nearly deafening in the small space, making my head pound with each subsequent bark. Each woof echoed off the walls of the hallway, and I fully expected Tru to quiet her down by letting her in, but she never did.
Kosher, Trance’s K-9 partner, sat quivering at Trance’s feet, eyes trained on the hallway as well.
“What’s going on with them?” Loki asked in concern.
A sick feeling of dread started to work its way up my throat, and I walked cautiously out of the kitchen, keeping my eyes on the door.
Woof-woof-woof!
My hands hit the door knob and I twisted it carefully, fully expecting Petunia to barrel through the door in excitement. Instead, a low, foreboding growl left her throat, and I felt the hairs on the back of my arms and neck stand on in at the threat.
Heart pounding, I rounded the corner of our room and disbelief poured out of me at the sight I walked in on.
Tru was on her back on the bed, a large black handle of a butcher knife stuck out of her protruding belly. Her face was white, and a growing puddle of blood was seeping through the white sheets of the bed, painting them in red.
“Jesus, no,” I moaned, running to the bed and stopping short, scared to death to touch her.
The sound left me sounding like a wounded animal, which for all intents and purposes, I was.
My mind was cloudy, and I felt like I’d stepped into an alternate universe. One where everything I loved and cherished was gone, and I was left with nothing.
“Mother fucker. Call an ambulance,” Loki yelled.
“Tell ‘em they’ll need the Life Flight. We’re too far, and the baby might not make it if they send a medic,” Sebastian ordered, violently shoving me backwards until I fell into someone’s arms.
I vaguely noticed them as Trance’s, but by the time I finally got my brain back online, Trance already had me out of the room.
I struggled hard, trying my hardest to get free.
But then one pair of arms became two. Then three.
I was screaming loudly, thrashing wildly to get myself free to no avail.
“Shit, hold him down,” Silas growled.
“Grayson?” Tru’s beautiful voice called out softly.
I froze, bringing my head up so I could look towards the bed, and found Tru’s haunted eyes on me.
“Come hold my hand,” she ordered.
The arms holding me lifted, one by one, until I was free to stand.
I walked towards her slowly, keeping my eyes above her shoulders so I didn’t lose it again.
Her eyes were pained, and I wanted to rage. To fight. To rip that fucker apart with my bare fucking hands.
I wouldn’t do any of that, yet. Eventually, yes; but, right now, they needed me to be strong.
“I’m here, baby. I’m here,” I said, cupping her face in between my hands and kissing her softly on the nose.
“I’m not going to die,” she rasped.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut.
She better hope not, because if she did, there was nothing on this earth that could keep me from destroying everything and anyone that played a part in making Bobby’s attack possible.
***
I entered through the ER entrance with five men at my heels.
We’d ridden hard, making it to the hospital in half the time it normally took.
“This way!” Rue yelled, standing at a staff only entrance that led through the belly of the hospital.
I followed her up two flights of stairs, thankful that she’d forgone the elevator, and stopped at a set of doors that said, ‘Authorized Personnel Only.’
“They’ve been in there with her for over an hour. I haven’t heard…” she stopped when a very pissed off wail sounded from the room in front of us, causing us to all look up.
My heart started to pound as a nurse walked toward us from the other side, carrying a squirming infant in her arms.
Rue typed in a number on the keypad beside the door, opening the two doors, allowing the outraged wail to intensify.
I knew the child was mine from the instant I laid eyes on her.
The closer she got, the more sure I became.
She looked exactly like I’d hoped. She had Tru’s pretty blonde hair and cute little nose, with my stormy gray eyes.
My eyes were wild, I’m sure, because when the nurse’s eyes lifted to me, she halted in her tracks.
It probably didn’t help that a large man wearing head to toe black in a biker cut was staring her down.
I didn’t have any such problem moving forward, though.
“My wife?” I asked her, stepping forward.