Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Maybe I’ll do like the cartels and peel his flesh off in one-inch strips over the course of days or weeks until he can’t take the pain and begs me to take his life. Or maybe I’ll pay him back for what he did to Maggie, poke his ass full of holes, and watch him die slowly, but not before he watches as I kill every single member of the Bloodthirsty Devils and Las Sangrientas.
One by one, the images that flash before my eyes are vivid and so violent my grip on my bike tightens.
I lean into the violence as I take the exit that leads me into the heart of BTD territory. My mouth waters at the thought of fucking shit up, whether it’s property or people, or both.
They brought this on themselves, I tell myself as I roll through the city streets on my bike, listening to loud bass-heavy music blasting from backyard parties, kids playing and laughing. If they cared for Maggie, she would never have come into my life.
I never would have gotten a taste of her.
Never would have fallen for her.
Never would have asked her to stay.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Maggie
The door bursts open, and Ace stands there, glaring at me as if that shit is supposed to scare me. “What the fuck did you do?”
I wipe away my tears, not because I worry Ace will give a shit, he won’t, but because I refuse to expose any more weakness to this man. Or any man ever again. “I’ve been locked in here for days, so obviously I didn’t do a goddamn thing.”
Ace’s gaze narrows, and he crosses his arms across his chest. “Why are you crying?”
“I’m not. Did you come here to let me go or what?”
He scoffs. “Now you want to go? What the fuck, lady?” He shakes his head as if I’m the problem here.
“Does it matter? You got the information you needed from me, and now I’m doing what you want, getting the fuck out of town. I fail to see the problem.”
“And what about Nova?”
I shrug and look away. “What about him? He knows I’m leaving.” I ignore the pinch in my chest at the thought of never seeing Nova again, but that’s the way this has to be. His life is here, and my new life is anywhere but here.
Ace holds up the notebook. “We have questions.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s all pretty self-explanatory. I wrote down everything I could remember, every detail that might be helpful to you. You already got your girl back. What else is there?”
“Nova,” he growls. “He stormed out of here like a fuckin’ bat outta hell. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”
“Why would I know anything about anything? I’ve been stuck in here, and we said goodbye the last time I saw him.”
“I know you’re lying, but, right now, I need to know more than what’s in here.” He swings the notebook back and forth in his hands. “Where would your fuckin’ crew be tonight? We need to figure out where they might be so we know where to start looking for Nova.”
“Fine,” I spit out and step forward to take the notebook but Ace steps back.
“Come with me.”
My feet stick to the floor, and my eyes go wide. “What?”
“We need intel, Maggie, which means you need to answer some questions. Let’s go.” His tone doesn’t leave any room for questioning, but not asking questions isn’t really my style.
“I tell you what you want to know, and I’m free to go?”
“We’ll talk about it,” he grumbles, grabbing my arm to yank me out of the room and out to meet up with the rest of the MC.
“Whatever,” I growl. I follow Ace down the corridor until we’re in the big room where everyone socializes, folding my arms in front of me as I face more than a dozen bikers coming at me with a rapid-fire interrogation, making it clear they still view me as the enemy.
It takes over an hour, but I answer everything that comes my way with as much detail as I can give. But, honestly, after a while, I’m pissed off because it’s all in the notebook.
“Ghost is too lazy to cover his tracks,” I say for the umpteenth time, “so I’m sure you’ll find at least one of the phones activated with his email address.”
“Amateur,” Wild Man grumbles, shaking his head with a smile.
“You sure this is where they’ll be?” The dude wearing sunglasses indoors at night scowls at me, doing his best to intimidate me.
“Sure? No. Not sure if you’re aware of this, but they tried to kill me, so I’m not sure of a whole lot these days. But a few months back that’s where they’d be, and Ghost is a creature of habit.”
I let out a huff to let them all know that I’m at my limit, spilling info and blocking any blatant hostility.