Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Please don’t kill her,” I whisper.
“Why are you investigating me, Stormy?” Koyn demands, ignoring my words. “Why can’t you leave it well enough alone?”
Movement catches my eye. Filter steps forward, anger burning from him.
“You fucking played me, Stormy? Why?”
Her lips press together. She won’t look at him. Her eyes are trained on me.
“It’s my job,” she yells out. “You were the closest I could get.”
“But why do you want Koyn?”
“Not Koyn—” she starts and gets cut off by two deafening shots.
Bang. Bang.
The two agents beside her go down. Stormy’s eyes widen in fear.
“Me,” Copper growls from behind her. “She’s investigating me. Am I right, Agent Gale?”
He presses the .45 to her temple as he wrenches her gun from her hand. With a quick toss, he rids her of her weapon, but thankfully doesn’t shoot her.
“Dirty Fed,” Stormy sneers. “I smelled your stink from three states away.”
“You should have known better than to fuck with a Koynakov,” Copper says, shaking his head. “We cover our tracks.”
“I was gathering proof!”
Copper laughs. “At the expense of your career. I may be a dirty Fed, but I am one. You, little storm, were put on administrative leave for disobeying a direct order.”
“They told me to let it go! That you were clean!” Her body trembles with anger. “I knew you weren’t. I knew I could gather so much shit, they’d beg me to come back. I’d take you and your brother down along with the entire Royal Bastards MC.”
“We’re still here, bitch,” Filter snaps. “All that dick sucking you did didn’t get you anything but a gun pressed to your head.”
“No one will ever do anything when it comes to the Koynakovs,” Koyn tells her, his voice booming from behind me. “I wrote programs years ago and put them out there so that any time anyone saves even a simple web page with my name on it, it’ll encrypt it. CIA. FBI. NSA. Every goddamn police station in a five-hundred-mile radius. Any reports or files with the Royal Bastards Tulsa chapter or my family name, the programs lock it down. They’re only retrievable with a password only I know.”
“Please don’t kill her,” I mutter again, this time a little louder.
Copper flinches at my words, his eyes darting my way. He lifts his gaze to look at Koyn. They share a stare and then Copper gives a nod.
“If it’s not me, it’ll be someone else,” Stormy warns. “The NSA will catch wind and they’ll hire people like Genworth. Someone will crack your stupid codes and dump out everything you’re hiding.” She lifts her chin. “Just put a bullet in my head. Don’t do psychopathic, disgusting shit like you did over there.”
I break free from Koyn’s hold and run over to her. No one stops me. She hugs me tight when I start to cry.
“Why did you do this?” I whisper. “Why would you sacrifice yourself for me?”
She kisses the top of my head. “Someone had to look out for you, Hadley. I just wanted you to be safe.”
“Time’s up,” Copper barks, yanking Stormy back just as Koyn tugs me away.
I cry out, reaching for her. “Don’t kill her! Please!”
“Copper?” Koyn booms when Copper throws her over his shoulder, ignoring her kicking and screaming. “What are you doing?”
Copper glowers our way. “Dealing with my problem.”
“And what way is that?”
“I have my methods.” Then he lets out a frustrated huff. “Don’t worry, PG, the bitch isn’t going to die tonight.” With those words, he exits the slaughterhouse and slips into the snowy night.
“Time for a bath, baby girl,” Koyn says. “You’ve had enough excitement for one day.”
Three days later…
Energy buzzes through me as I watch Koyn sleep. With his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted, he seems innocent. Like an angel who fell from heaven right into bed with me. The “X” scarred into his skin on his face could very well be turned into a cross just by looking at it with my head cocked.
I know better.
Beneath the angelic looks is a demon.
My demon.
A smile tugs at my lips. Having the scariest guy I’ve ever known on my side has done wonders for my mood lately. My two months with Dad and the visits from Magna destroyed a part of me I’m not sure I’ll ever get back. I’d been drifting in the darkness until I was back here. When I discovered I might be pregnant, light shone through, lighting my way. At first, tiny cracks. But the cracks have widened with each passing day. Both of the horrible men who hurt me are dead. Because of Koyn. They died painfully and horrifically. It’s such a relief.
Unable to keep my hands off him, I brush my fingertips along his scruffy jaw. I want to shake him awake, but I don’t. My mind drifts back to the night he killed Dad. Once Copper left with Stormy, he carried me into the house, past all the shattered windows and debris from the shooting, and straight to his office. After tapping away on his computer for a moment, the electricity came back on. Then, he bathed me with such care and gentleness, all I could do was cry. I’ve stayed cuddled at his side for three days now, slowly regaining my strength and mind back.