Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Goddammit” I growled. “That guy needs to fucking die.”
Annie nodded her head in agreement. “Peek was released and is in Wolf’s room from last I heard,” she said. “And the rest of the ladies are in the rooms with their men. All have received the green light that they can go home after they’re sure the concussions haven’t done any damage.”
My head dropped and I rubbed the back of my neck.
“My brother’s about two seconds away from checking himself out AMA,” I said. “Against medical advisement. Seriously. I don’t know what’s wrong with him.”
“There’s nothing wrong with him,” my brother said from behind me, dressed in street clothes that I had no earthly idea how he got by himself when he could barely stand up straight.”
All of the men had concussions. All had at least one broken bone. Wolf, however, being the hero of the group, had the worst of all the injuries.
He had a broken arm to match my broken arm. He had a broken tibia. Seven broken ribs. Burns on twenty percent of his body. A concussion. A shot to the head that they were watching closely. Gunshot wounds to his belly. Oh, and he had a kidney injury that they were watching closely due to a concussion blast when the grenade went off.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him, putting myself between him and Annie, which also happened to be me putting myself between him and the exit of the floor.
“I’m going down to the county jail.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I’m looking to make a better acquaintance with ex-agent Josh Fry.”
I grinned.
“You won’t find him at the jail,” I said. “Mig got to him before the cops could. Said it was his jurisdiction, and that was that.”
“Hmmm,” Raphael said, grin getting larger. “That’s too bad for him.”
“I need your help.”
My brother, surprised that I was willingly asking him for anything, turned to face me fully.
“Anything.”
“If you’re bound and determined to see him, I have a favor.” I looked over at Annie, then back to Raphael. “I need a ride to where they’re holding him.”
***
I can’t say that the next two hours were among my finest moments.
In fact, I would say they were some of the darkest moments in my life.
Once we’d arrived at the clubhouse, Raphael had worked his magic and got me time with the Uncertain Saints prisoner.
Mig hadn’t been willing to give it to me at first, but when Peek showed up two minutes after we’d arrived and told Mig to allow me to have the time, he’d done it. Albeit unwillingly.
And I say prisoner lightly.
He was in the kitchen of the houseboat, plastic sheeting underneath his feet as he sat tied with his hands behind his back.
“Get him up for me. Put him in the seat so I don’t have to bend down to see his eyes,” I swallowed. “And then leave.”
“Raven…” Raphael hesitated. “You know I can’t do that.”
I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Sure you can,” I said. “All you have to do is put him there, and leave. Easy peasy.”
He shook his head. “Wolf would literally kill me.”
I smiled at him.
“If you do this for me, I’ll forgive you. I’ll let you back into my life. I’ll stop ignoring your calls and texts. Everything you always wanted. Just do this one thing for me,” I said pleadingly, knowing he’d do it.
Raphael looked at me, contemplated it for point two five seconds, and then grabbed Josh Fry by his throat, and immediately punched him in the head to knock him out.
My brother’s anger and pain seemed to be exponentially larger than I’d thought, and I idly wondered if I should let him stay and witness what I was about to do.
The ex-agent fell to the floor, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Once he’d strapped him down to the table, his hands above it and the rest of him securely tied to a chair that was bolted to the floor, he left the room.
I knew he wouldn’t go far.
In fact, he was probably watching me.
Raphael tied his arms with a scratchy rope to the table by a loop that was welded in the very middle.
His feet were next, only these were attached to the metal chair itself by a pair of manacles that’d been welded to it.
His head lolled, and I smiled at Raphael to let him know I’d be alright.
“Thank you. You can go.”
Raphael clearly didn’t want to leave me, but with one look in my eyes, he did so.
“Yell if you need me,” he said, and then made his way out of the room before closing the door.
It took ten minutes for Fry to regain consciousness, and in those ten minutes, I’d gathered my supplies.
A groan from behind me had me turning to survey the man.
His eyes trained on me, and it took everything in me not to punch the man’s face in.