Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Or the need to break all hell loose.
As if realizing I’m here, Glyndon blinks, and a lone tear slides down her cheek as a pained moan slips from between her lips.
I reach out a finger and wipe that tear, but she’s out again.
“Fuck, baby. Open your eyes. Tell me who did this.”
No reply.
I hold her hands in mine and they’re bloody, a few nails broken.
She fought, my Glyndon. She didn’t let the scum brutalize her without hurting them in return.
Obviously, she lost, but still, I’m so fucking proud of her.
When I start to lift her up, something slips from between her stomach and leg. It was hidden by her curled-up position earlier.
A mask.
My fingers slide against the latex material and over the grotesque details of the horror skull mask with a toothy grin.
Fucking Serpents.
Logically, I know this is a provocation for war, which I promised Jeremy I wouldn’t instigate.
But that was before they touched what’s mine.
They’re asking for war, but they’ll get fucking annihilation.
After assessing Glyndon’s condition personally, I don’t find anything awry aside from the external injuries. I still take her to the hospital for a checkup and sure as fuck use all the tricks to have her seen first.
One of my professors confirms it’s only external, after all, prescribes her pain medications and says he’ll have to report it to the police. I let Jeremy deal with him and take her back to the mansion.
My body has been stiff, ready to snap in two, and I’ve been absolutely unapproachable ever since I found her.
No, make that ever since she received that video and bolted on me.
There’s nothing I want to do more than stay by her side and wait for her to wake up, but I have some lives to fuck up first.
So I call Brandon to come and stay with her. The only reason I trust him is because he’s her blood and obviously cares about her well-being.
Not her other brother, because fuck that guy.
But they show up together at my bedroom, and that fucker Gareth lets them in.
“What?” He feigns innocence when I glare at him. “They’re her brothers. I couldn’t let one in and kick the other one out.”
“Glyn!” Brandon runs to her side, a look of shock written on his face as he crouches by her bed, then looks at me. “Is she…”
“She’ll live. Can’t say the same about the one who did that to her.” I glare at Landon, who strides inside with the nonchalance of someone who owns the place, then his eyes narrow when he sees his sister’s state. “And what the fuck are you doing here?”
“I’m here for my sister, and if you’d attempted to keep me out, I would’ve burned this whole fucking place down—after I got her out, of course. I also received a text.” He fetches his phone and shows me a text from an unknown number.
We spit on your grave.
Attached is a picture of Glyndon, all battered, with a skull mask lying beside her.
These motherfuckers clearly want to die young.
“I want in on whatever you’re planning,” Landon informs me.
“And what makes you think I’ll let you?”
He steps in front of me so that we’re staring at each other. “I wasn’t asking, Carson. I’ll be in whether you like it or not. I could’ve done this on my own, gotten my club involved and wiped those scum off the face of the earth, but you have more information about the Serpents than I do, and this operation isn’t about some trivial grudge, so it needs to be thorough. No one fucks with my sister, not even you, hear me?”
“Is that your way of asking for assistance?”
“As I said, I wasn’t asking. I will be in, even if I have to hijack your operation.”
“I don’t react well to threats.”
“And I don’t react well to being kept out.”
We glare at each other for what seems like an eternity before Brandon interrupts, “Can’t this be dealt with in a different way?”
“You mean instead of decapitating them, we cut them into pieces?” I say.
He winces. “No, I meant calling the police like actual civilized people?”
“Fuck the cops.”
“This is personal,” Landon says.
“Not sure if I should be glad or creeped out that you two are finishing each other’s sentences.” Brandon’s face is full of horror. “How about you negotiate with the Serpents to hand over whoever did this to Glyn so that you can both avoid war? It’s obviously one man’s work.”
“Nah, I want all their heads,” Landon says.
“I agree with the motherfucker.” I point a thumb in his direction. “Keep an eye on her and let me know if anything happens. There’s someone I need to take care of first.”
I step out of the room and grab Gareth by the collar. “You follow me.”
Landon falls in step beside us, hands in pockets and expression blank.