Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
He’s not getting any more than that.
He laughs, slapping his hands on his knees. “Man, I wish I got that on camera, really. It would be a YouTube sensation. Big tough bikers admitting defeat.”
I keep it together, and I know everyone behind me will keep it together.
I owe them fucking big for this one.
“Hand him over,” I growl.
Dax turns to his man that’s holding King and nods, and the man undoes his handcuffs and shoves him forward. Tight faced, King walks toward me. When he reaches me, he places a hand on my shoulder and looks me in the eye, “You’re a smart man, my son. You’ve done the right thing.”
Then he joins the rest of the group.
“Now the other part of our deal,” I demand.
Dax nods again, and another man steps forward with a file. It’s thick and it’s marked with the name Cova Reynolds. I take it when he hands it to me and look down at it, flicking it open to see pictures, information, and contact details for Cova.
“I said I’d give you her location, but it’s up to you to get her out of the place she’s in. Can’t guarantee she’s going to go willingly, but that’s not my problem, is it? It’s yours.”
I stare at him, closing the folder.
“Then this deal is done.”
I turn and nod to my guys, and they all return to their bikes and get on. King gets in the truck with Kendric. I glance back over at Dax and he’s getting into his truck. He looks at me before he does, and gives me a long, slow grin.
Evil motherfucker.
I’ll take him down.
Oh, god, I’ll make him wish he was never fucking born.
This time, though.
I’ll be smart about it.
22
BRIELLA
“So, this is where she’s living?” I ask, staring at the file about Cova.
There is an address, a name, hell a social security number, for the man she was sold to. Mostly, though, I let my eyes scan over the pictures of her. The few pictures that are in the file, but they’re everything.
She looks a lot like me, gosh, so much more than Magnolia did. She has this soft brown hair, with light scatterings through it. They look natural, sun-kissed. She has greeny-blue eyes, not quite like mine, not quite like Mom’s. She’s very similar in build to me, and other than that fact that she’s a little fairer and has a smaller frame, we’re very alike.
“We’ve got an address,” Alarick tells me, taking the pictures from me and staring at the girl who looks a whole lot like me. “Fuck she looks like you.”
“Well, we have the same parents ...” I say, and he grins at me.
“You’re way prettier.”
I chuckle. “Well, of course you have to say that.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead and then kicks back on the sofa, going over the file. “We’ve got an address, and by the looks of things, it’s not going to be too hard to find her. We’ll go there, bring her back with hopefully no drama, and that’ll be the end of it.”
“Do you think it’s going to be that easy?”
He snorts. “Fuck no, I was just hopin’ it would. We’re goin’ to have to go there, watch her, see if there’s a way we can just snatch and grab.”
“I’m not sure that’s going to be a good idea, she might freak out, she doesn’t know who we are after all.”
“I’m sure if she’s been livin’ the life I think she’s been livin’, then she will quickly get over that. We can’t have anyone knowin’ it was us that took her, so the quicker we’re in and out, the better.”
“What if she’s locked up somewhere and we can’t get to her?” I ask, frowning at the possibility.
“Then we fuckin’ make them give her over. Trust me, Briella, I’m goin’ to get your sister back.”
“When do we leave?” I ask, holding my breath in anticipation of his answer.
“We’ll go first light. Bring a group of us, we’re due for a big fuckin’ ride. I’ll have Bohdi follow in the truck, to bring Cova back when we get hold of her.”
“Okay, yeah, that sounds good. I’ll get everything ready.”
“How’re you feelin’ about it all?” he asks, studying me.
“I’m nervous. I have no idea what kind of damage has been done to her. It has been a long time and god only knows what she’s endured. I’m scared that she’s going to be a handful, or too damaged to heal. That’s my biggest fear, is getting her back but it’s too late.”
Alarick puts a hand on my shoulder, squeezing tightly. “I’m sure you’re goin’ to get through to her. You have a beautiful fuckin’ soul, Briella. If anyone can help her, it’ll be you. It might take some time, but I have no doubt in my mind that you’re capable of doin’ it.”