Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
But he didn’t kill me.
He chose not to.
“What are you going to do?” I dare to ask.
A cold smile spreads across his face. “I’m going to use you to get Jackson to give me everything I want.”
“And what exactly do you want?”
My heart is racing, but I’m trying to stay calm.
“I want his territory. All of it. He is going to take his club and leave this area. If he doesn’t, I’m going to fucking burn everything he loves to the ground.”
I stare at him, my eyes wide, my lips parting. He’s going to try and take the club’s territory. Why? For what purpose?
“There are a million other locations, go find one,” I mutter.
Hound’s eyes flash. “This was Hogan’s territory before it was ever Jackson’s, and you know it. That club fuckin’ stole what was ours and then took them out. I’m going to take it back, and I’m going to do it with a club bigger, better, and stronger than Hogan’s ever was. Jackson will do well to heed my warnings and get out.”
I know enough about clubs to know that there is a good reason Hound wants Jackson’s territory. It must be because the club does incredibly well with shipments and dealings. Hound wants power, he wants money, and he is going to try and combine the two by taking everything Jackson holds dear.
“He’ll never let you touch what’s his.”
Hound laughs, a cold, brittle sound that feels to my body like someone is running their nails down a chalkboard. I shiver and take another step back, wondering what move I should make next.
“He won’t get a choice. Everyone knows the lengths he’s willing to go to for those he loves, and you’re one of those things. You’re going to help me, because if you don’t, I will kill everyone you love.”
“Hogan tried that, and in case you’ve forgotten, it didn’t go well for him. I won’t be doing a single thing to help you. I’ve made that mistake before; it wasn’t worth it. I’d rather die.”
Hound’s face twists, a mixture of frustration and rage. “You’ll do it, because if you don’t, I’ll hit you where it hurts. I know where your baby is, Serenity, and I’m certain you don’t want anything happening to her.”
Something inside me snaps, like a fragile branch breaking under pressure. He has hit a nerve, and an instinct inside me, one I’ve never ever felt so strongly, rises up. He can threaten me, the club, and everyone else, but he will never threaten my daughter. I will never have another innocent child used against me.
“If you so much as fucking breathe in her direction,” I hiss, “I’ll hunt you down and cut your dick off, then I’ll shove it down your throat and leave you to suffocate.”
He throws his head back and laughs.
I take the chance to move.
I reach beside me, snapping off a branch just as his head snaps back up at the sound. I don’t hesitate, I plunge the stick right into his eye. His bellow fills the quiet woods, and I know that I have a matter of seconds to get out of here. As he clutches his face, blood running over his hands, I make a break for it.
I run.
I run, and I don’t stop until I reach the house.
We need to get out of here.
Now.
13 – Serenity
Ireach the house, panting and gasping, trying desperately to call out to anyone. It takes me a minute, and I’m forced to bend over, gripping my knees to try and steady my breath. I need to warn them, and we need to get the hell out of this place so I can make sure my daughter is safe. That threat was enough for me to decide it’s worth the risk to my life, to have her with me so I can make sure nobody lays a hand on her.
“Spike,” I finally manage to bellow.
He appears quickly, no doubt hearing the frantic sound in my voice.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, his eyes scanning the woods before coming back to me. “What is it?”
Addison and Ciara both appear, their eyes wide.
“Hound is here. He put a tracker on Jackson’s car. He’s going to start a war for Jackson’s territory. He’s going to hurt people. I stabbed him in the eye, but we need to get out of here. We need to go now.”
“Where is he?” Spike thunders. “I’ll kill the cunt myself.”
“No,” I say, throwing up a hand. “Hound isn’t stupid, he would have a backup plan if he doesn’t come back. If we kill him before we know exactly what that plan is, we could end up getting ourselves killed. We need to go. Now.”
Spike hesitates, his fingers going to his jeans where he carries his gun. He looks to Ciara, his mouth tight, then he growls, “Fuck. Get your shit, we need to move. He could have people on the way to attack.”