Riff (Shady Valley Henchmen #6) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Shady Valley Henchmen Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
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I wanted to stay just like that forever.

It was a door slamming and a voice outside in the hall that had us breaking apart.

“Wheels in ten,” Colter’s voice called.

“Colter is going with you?” I asked, brows raising as Riff walked over to his wardrobe to grab a t-shirt, then layered a Henley over it.

I never thought to ask if someone else would be going with them, since it sounded like the two almost always went alone on these trips.

“Yeah. Slash wants him to experience it,” Riff said, but something about his words were ringing just slightly false to me.

But that had to be paranoia on my part. Riff never lied to me. Even when he had to give me uncomfortable truths, he was always willing to do so.

“He won’t be as good of a road trip buddy as you, but we’re stuck with him,” he said, giving me a smile.

While I inwardly, for reasons I didn’t even begin to understand, bristled at the word ‘buddy.’

“You’ll be safe, right?” I asked.

“Always,” he assured me. “Haven’t been in any serious trouble yet.”

“I feel like I should be concerned that a shootout doesn’t qualify as ‘serious trouble,’” I said, getting a little chuckle out of him.

“Don’t worry about me, V. I’ll be back before you even know I’m gone,” he said, but my heart squeezed. Because I was already missing him. And he was right here still.

“Take pictures for me,” I demanded.

“And grab postcards,” he agreed, reaching for me one more time, this time gently grabbing the back of my neck, and pulling me into his chest, then leaning down to press a kiss to the top of my head.

He let go before I could really sink into it.

Then I was watching his back as he walked away from me.

He didn’t look back.

And some silly, romantic part of me wanted to believe it was because if he did, he wouldn’t be able to leave.

But he did.

Leave.

And I did, immediately, miss him.

This was going to be the longest ten days of my life.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Riff

“Motherfuckers,” I growled, kicking the door at my side of the empty goddamn house, watching the wood splinter but finding no satisfaction in the destruction.

From the looks of things, the house had been empty for a long time. Possibly even since the day I took Vienna from them and ran.

The dishes in the sink were growing five different kinds of mold, fuzzy black, yellow, and gray spreading up out of the stainless steel, a science experiment let go too far.

On the living room table, there were remnants of the men cleaning their wounds from where they’d been shot.

But everything had a thin coat of dust on it.

I mean, the place was a fucking sty even before it was abandoned. Clothes were piled sky-high in heaps on the floor, the garbages were overflowing, the fridge was full of old takeaway steadily rotting, and the black mold climbing across the showers and walls in the bathroom had clearly been there much longer than the few months since I took Vienna.

“Took our money and ran,” Raff said, nudging a shoe out of his way as we walked back toward the front room of the house.

Slash was going to be fucking furious.

I mean, not that any of us expected them to be sitting on that money or anything. But we at least planned on picking them off and leaving them to rot out here in the middle of nowhere, where no one would find them for months or years. If ever.

The front door opened, and Colter walked in, decked out in an impressive amount of winter camo, since his job was to wait in the woods to take out anyone who might get away from us and make a run for it.

“No signs that anyone has moved around the grounds for a long time,” he told us, further confirming what we already knew.

On a growl, I picked up a glass beer bottle with my gloved hand and hauled it at the wall, watching it splinter and fall to the floor.

I never craved violence. I wasn’t someone like Crow, who seemed to enjoy that shit. It was simply a part of the job. Like, in some ways, like those who worked in law enforcement or the military. It wasn’t the job, but it was an aspect of it that you had to learn to compartmentalize.

But I wanted fucking blood.

I wanted to spill it slowly and painfully. I wanted to drag it out for days, for weeks. I wanted to hear him cry and beg for mercy. Then to show him fucking none.

I wanted him to taste a fraction of the pain and fear that he inflicted upon Vienna.

Then, as I was taking his last fucking breath for him, I wanted to tell him he was losing it because of her.



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