Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“You didn’t hurt me,” her tone was a mix of frustration and sorrow.
There was a red mark where my hand had been. The roaring in my head made it hard for me to focus on anything else.
“What did you do to JB?” she asked me.
My eyes snapped back to her face. Hearing her say his name pushed me over an edge I had been teetering on. The lips I worshiped were too holy to speak a name so unworthy. I turned and began to stalk away toward the stables. I’d find my answers that she wouldn’t give. They would all talk until I knew whose tongue would be removed with my blade.
“Thatcher!” she called my name, but I didn’t stop. My little doll had been damaged by my deeds—things she should have never known. I wasn’t sure how to fix her, but I would be able to think clearly once the guilty had paid.
“Thatcher! Where are you going?” she cried out behind me.
“To seek my vengeance,” I said in a low voice that she couldn’t hear. One she wouldn’t recognize.
“KING! HELP!” Her shout caused me to pause. My little doll asking another man for help wasn’t what I needed right now, not if I was going to keep from burning down the stables and everyone in them.
I turned my head to see King walking toward me. His brows were drawn together, and his eyes were locked on me. Storm was behind him, flanking his left, and Wells was on his right, which made me grin. I ran a thumb over my bottom lip and chuckled. Was this the Calvary?
“Thatcher,” King said my name as if he were talking to an enraged pit bull he needed to calm down. Another chuckle vibrated from my chest.
“Go inside, Capri,” my brother’s voice was behind me.
I wanted to tell them it would take more than the three of them—Wells didn’t count—but I held my tongue.
“No, I can handle it. I just needed someone to stop him. I have it, y’all go,” Capri’s firm command only tugged the corners of my lips higher. My sweet angel barking out orders to a bunch of trained killers.
“I just need a name, baby. Just a name,” I told her as I turned back around to see her gaining on me with her short legs making long, purposeful strides. Damn, that was cute.
“So that you can do what, Thatcher? Slice out their tongue,” she snapped. “How I know is not important.”
Impressed by her ability to guess my next action, admiration for the tiny woman I worshipped hummed through me, calming me momentarily.
“What does she know?” King asked behind me.
“Les, Christopher, and that something happened with JB,” Sebastian told him.
That reminder ignited whatever Capri’s actions had soothed.
“Fuck,” King swore.
“Let’s go to the house,” Capri told me, trying to keep my attention.
I shook my head once. “You can tell me who, or I can go inside and force the answer out of everyone I come in contact with until I know.”
She stopped in front of me, placing her hands on her hips. “NO. You won’t. I can’t handle anymore,” Her words sounded like a cry, even though her eyes were dry.
Whoever had told her had broken her in a way that I couldn’t forgive. They had to die. It was the only way to calm the demon inside me. Just like Beauden Redd’s life had been over the moment he touched her.
I saw her arm move and knew she was reaching for me. I couldn’t have her touch me right now. Not when I was no longer in complete control. Jerking away, I started for the stable doors. Sebastian wasn’t going to stop me, and he and I both knew he couldn’t.
My ears tuned to every move, I pulled the gun from my holster and spun around, pointing it at King’s head before he was close enough to grab me.
I heard Capri’s horrified gasp, but I didn’t take my eyes off King.
King’s body stilled as he watched me. We stood there like that as I waited for another one to make a move. The slide of a pistol as it left its holster made me want to curse. The fucker needed to let this go. With a quick movement giving nothing away, I swung my gun around to shoot inches away from the gun my brother had pointed at me. He flinched, but that was it. I’d wanted him to drop the damn thing.
Capri’s scream didn’t help matters. It made my blood roar too loud in my ears. Maybe that was the reason I was too slow, off my focus, so that King could grab my arm and pull my gun down as Storm wrapped his arms around my chest. Sebastian moved then, putting away his gun and coming for me.
A feral roar tore from my chest as I watched Capri running away from me.