Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Shadow wraps his arms around my shoulders from behind keeping me from ripping Kid apart also.
“Where the fuck were you? That piece of shit is in here trying to rape my girl,” I look down at his hands and see a fast food bag in one and a Styrofoam cup in the other. “And you think it’s a good time to go get a fucking burger.”
“Get out of here, Kid. Let him calm down.” Shadow’s voice booms in my head beside my ear.
Kid turns and walks away, and the sight of his retreating back rubs me the wrong way.
“I fucking trusted you!” I yell at his back, and I feel a cold sense of joy when his back stiffens slightly, and his shoulders hunch over as he disappears down the hall.
Once the room is clear, Shadow finally lets me shake him off but stays right at my back. “You need to calm down before you go to her, K. She’s terrified.”
“Close the door behind you,” I tell him without even looking in his direction.
I stand in the middle of the room until I hear the soft click of the door. I stride toward it and lock it, sealing us in here. Slowly I make my way across the room.
“Em,” I say softly but stay a few feet away, giving her room.
She lifts her tear streaked eyes up at me, and I reach for her. My heart breaks when she tries to scramble even further away from me. Her eyes grow wide and terrified at the sight of my blood soaked hands. I pull them back.
“Fuck, Em. I’m so sorry. Did he?” I pause for a second. “Did he hurt you?”
She shakes her head no, and relief washes over me. “There was a knock at the door,” she begins to explain. “I thought it was Kid. I asked him to get me French fries and a chocolate shake.”
“Motherfucker,” I mumble. Add an apology to Kid for the shit that just spewed out of my fucking mouth.
“I… I just pulled open the door, and Wrench was standing there. I tried to close the door, but he was too strong. I ran from him, but he grabbed my shirt.” I see that she’s holding her shirt at her shoulder with one hand, so her breast isn’t exposed.
I can feel the rage begin to seep back into my fingertips.
“He said he was tired of…” she trails off as a sob escapes her throat. “He said he was tired of you getting all the prime pussy, and he’d waited long enough for me.” I ground my teeth together. Being in this room with her is the only thing keeping me from going after Wrench and putting an end to his miserable life right this very second.
I reach for her again, and she turns her head to the side and closes her eyes. “Please don’t,” she begs.
“I want to hold you, Em. I need to comfort you.”
“Your hands,” she says, and I look down and see Wrench’s blood splattered on my hands and halfway up my forearms.
“I’m going to go shower, beautiful.” Her eyes widen, and she looks frightened. “Come in here with me. Sit on the counter and keep me company?”
She begins to stand, and it takes everything I have not to reach out for her and help her up. She scoops up Ollie and holds him to her chest as she walks into the bathroom. I walk in behind her and close and lock us in there as well. She still has a tremble in her hands as she buries her face into Ollie’s fuzzy back. I strip with no preamble and climb into the shower. I begin to wash with mild satisfaction as I see the water at my feet is tinged red with Wrench’s blood.
It doesn’t last long as a wave of guilt washes over me. I can’t help but wonder if he would have pulled that shit today if I hadn’t taunted him the last couple of weeks. I feel like I set this whole thing into motion. He’s hated me for a long time, but he’s never indicated that he was violent enough to rape a woman, and I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what would’ve happened had I not gotten here when I did.
I promised to protect her, keep her safe, and I may have been the one to send the devil to her doorstep. That knowledge has me questioning my place in her life. At least she knew what she was getting with her husband. With me, she’s not safe from my enemies. Hell, if Wrench’s behavior is any indication, I can’t trust my own club. That thought makes me sick to my stomach.
I place my hands on the tile of the shower wall and lean my head down, letting the hot water cascade down my back. I now doubt my ability to keep her safe, but know I’d never be able to let her go.