Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“You still not going to talk?” Wrath glared back, his eyes less focused than they were before. “We’ll see if your daughter can loosen that tongue of yours before I cut it out.”
Wrath started to struggle against his restraints. Keeping his daughter a secret had been his downfall. If he had let his club protect her, this would have been nearly impossible to pull off. But Wrath wasn’t about brotherhood, he was out for himself and kept his family hidden so he could store his money with them. What he didn’t know is that his family was completely safe with no idea of these events. Prez dialled a number and it answered. In the background you could hear a girl sobbing loudly. The girl was actually one of the brothers’ teenage daughter putting on a show.
“Last chance, Wrath.”
His body slumped and he hung his head as he spat out an address. Prez shut the phone.
“If you’re bullshitting us, we’re going to bring your daughter here and make you watch us cut her up.” Razor warned.
Duke sprinted to his Harley and took off from the compound as fast as he could. The rumble from his brother’s bikes followed him. It was now early morning and the sunrise gave him hope that this day would be better than the last. The address they were headed to was half an hour away. His heart was beating out of his chest. He prayed that Nicole was okay. He’d not let himself think about what really might be being done to her until now. His palms were sweating as he revved his bike up to speeds he’d never reached before. The address was in the warehouse district. When they got close he pulled over. He didn’t need anybody guarding her to take action against her if they heard their bikes. They had no idea what protocols or fail safes, if any, Wrath had in place.
Razor, Slam and Hollywood joined him at the front, Prez and the Musketeers took the rear. The old warehouse was set further away from the others and looked ready to fall to the ground. Slam attached his silencer to his gun before they rounded the corner. He was their crack shot. One brother was by the side door where three bikes were parked. That at least gave them a head count of who was inside. It looked like they had the right place. Slam took aim and shot the brother in the head.
Slam had been an army ranger and this was his speciality so they deferred to him. Duke knew that storming in there would be stupid and dangerous but fucking hell, he wanted to. They ran to the door and braced against the wall either side of it. Slam reached for the handle and quietly pushed it open. They waited to hear any movement but all they heard was laughter and deep voices. They couldn’t pick anything specific out from what was being said. Slam raised his hand and when it fisted they made their way inside, armed and ready for anything.
They were in what looked like a reception area with two doors leading from it. Duke approached the first and swung it open, ready to fire on whoever was inside. It was a storage closet with only a few bottles of water inside. Razor approached the next. When it opened they looked at the faces of two massive brothers watching porn on a laptop and playing cards. Duke took aim and shot the biggest fucker in the chest. The yelling and sounds of firing were deafening and anyone left in the building would be left with no doubt that they were there. The fuckers were riddled with bullets. It looked like Duke wasn’t the only one venting some anger.
Duke ran to the only door from that room. It was steel and reinforced. He tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge. Hollywood was searching the bodies for keys. Duke noticed a deadbolt at the very top and unlatched it. The heavy door creaked loudly as he opened it and ran inside, right into a dark corridor lined with cells. His shock was only momentary, his attention was drawn to none other than Nole fucking Fletcher pointing a gun into one of the cells. Duke didn’t even have to guess to know who was in there. He’d had enough of this bastard. It didn’t matter who he was to Nicole, he wouldn’t be leaving the warehouse alive. He would have shot him straight away if his eyes hadn’t registered the small pale hands clinging to the bars.
Chapter fifteen
Nicole
Nicole woke from her sleep when she heard the steel corridor door open and shut. She held herself still as she listened to footsteps approach. They were much lighter than the other man’s so she didn’t know who to expect. She never would have expected who was facing her now.
“Dad?”
“It’s me, sweety.” He spoke softly as if nothing had changed between them and they were just having a chat over coffee.
Wave after wave of anger and disgust broke over her. How he could face her after he’d kidnapped and shot her, she could never understand. She pulled herself up and levelled him with her glare. He was trying to look contrite but he wasn’t pulling it off and that just served to make Nicole more pissed. He looked better than he did yesterday, he was cleaned up and calm, as opposed to the jittery mess he was before. She walked forward but didn’t get close enough to touch him. His gaze settled on her bump and a small smile lifted the corners of his lips.
“I can’t believe I’m going to be a Grandpa.”
Nicole scoffed. “You won’t be getting anywhere near my babies, you asshole. You shot me and took me away from the only place I’ve ever felt safe in my whole life and think you can just stand there and everything will be alright. I always knew you were a filthy fucking crook and a lousy father but I never thought you were so fucking stupid to screw around with rival MCs.”