Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
I back farther into the garage.
The gunman stares up at me from the floor, the whites of his eyes bright in the surrounding darkness. He yells into the gag my brother stuffed in his mouth and thrusts his bound wrists at me.
“No can do.” I shrug. “You should’ve listened to my boyfriend and beat it when you had the chance.”
“Get away from him,” Remy says.
The engines idle outside for a few seconds, then cut out.
I return to Griff’s side. He quietly hands me his car keys. “I want you to take my car and go home after we give them a rundown of what happened, okay? Don’t talk to anyone about this.”
I pocket the keys and scowl at him. “How dumb do you think I am?” I gesture to the crowbar leaning against the back tire of my car. “I’m probably on the hook for some kind of felony assault myself. You had already subdued him when I attacked.” Nerves keep forcing me to ramble and make up stuff to put Griff’s mind at ease. “We’re in this together.”
He hooks his arm around my neck and pulls me against him. “I love you so much, baby,” he murmurs. “I’m so fucking sorry this happened. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you’d gotten hurt. I’ve never been so scared in my life.”
I slide my arms around him and squeeze. “I couldn’t tell you were scared. And I never doubted you were going to disarm him.”
He pushes me back and cups my cheeks. “We need to work out some sort of plan or signal. I didn’t know how else to tell you to get down on the floor and take cover.”
“Duh. I figured when you tapped my hip, that’s what you were trying to tell me to do.” I point to the passenger side of my car. “I was planning to crouch down and hide behind the front corner.”
A rush of harsh laughter bursts out of him and he hugs me again. “I hope it’s the last time we ever have to worry about it.”
Griff
The need to keep Molly close to reassure myself she’s okay keeps warring with my need to keep her safe from the bloodshed that’s about to happen.
I might have learned a long time ago how many shades of gray there are to life, but I’d rather have Molly stay innocent for as long as possible. Although her brutal use of the crowbar and rather quick acceptance that we’re not calling the cops, suggests her innocence already slipped away.
Several pairs of boots scrape over the gravel outside. Remy leads Jigsaw and Wrath into the garage. Fuck. As enforcer, it’s Wrath’s job to take care of threats in his club’s territory but I don’t want him questioning Molly’s ability to keep her mouth shut.
Wrath stops a few feet away from us and crosses his arms over his wide chest. “Stonewall, don’t you have a fight you’re supposed to be training for?” His disappointed dad tone and scowl hits me in an unexpected way.
I let out a harsh laugh. “Trust me, this isn’t how I wanted to spend my afternoon.”
He lifts his chin. “Nice car. Is it yours?”
“It’s Molly’s.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “We were finishing up some work on it when that greasy little weasel over there showed up and pulled a gun on us.”
Wrath’s scary gaze settles on Molly. “You all right?”
She nods quickly.
“What’d he want?” Wrath asks.
A knot of embarrassment twists in my stomach but I meet Wrath’s eyes and tell him the truth. “My mom’s got…issues. She moved down to Jersey to start over a few months ago. I haven’t been in contact with her since I got home. She left me some messages looking for money while I was on the show but…” I shrug. “I tried helping her out and taking care of her when she was here. And fuck knows she’s drained a lot of money out of me over the years, but this is the first time someone’s ever showed up to collect from me.” I need to make it clear this isn’t an on-going issue I’ve been hiding from the club.
“We don’t know who he works for,” Remy adds.
Jigsaw lifts a giant pair of bolt cutters, his eyes wide with wild, gleeful malice. “He’s got ten chances to give up a name.”
“Twenty if you start with his toes,” Wrath suggests.
“This isn’t my place.” I hold out my arms, indicating the garage isn’t the right location for the interrogation they’re planning.
“That room in the bar’s basement still available?” Wrath asks Remy.
Molly turns her wide-eyed stare my way. Until now, she’d been doing a great impression of a rock. Silent and completely still. She really doesn’t need to be here for this conversation.
“You need to go home.” I rest my hand on her lower back and give her a nudge.