Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
42
They stepped up to the outside door of Reaper’s. There was a huge guy standing on the door.
“Hack,” the big guy rumbled.
“Butch, where are these idiots?”
“In the back room. They’re not hurt that bad.” Butch’s gaze dropped to her. “Yours?”
“Yep.”
Butch grunted. Was that a grunt of approval? She had no idea. “Emme is around here somewhere.”
“All right, thanks.” Hack turned to look at her. “You want to go find Emme to hang out with or come with me?”
“You.”
Another grunt from Butch. Again, she had no idea if that was approval or not.
Reaper’s was pretty much as rundown on the inside as it was on the outside. And loud. Filled with a lot of men. She tightened her hold on Hack’s hand.
Hack led her to a door at the back by the bar, nodding at people as they called out to him. It got quieter as he moved into a back room with a couple of chairs and storage units. Three rough-looking guys sat around drinking. One had a large gash on his forehead. Another one had a bloody nose and a third one was holding a bit of material against a wound on his arm. All three of them looked over, assessing her.
Crap.
Maybe she should have chosen to hang out with Emme.
“Hey, you all keep your fucking eyes off her, got me?” Hack said harshly. “Or instead of healing those injuries I’ll give you a flesh-eating disease.”
They all turned their gazes to Hack immediately. She let out a deep breath and settled back against the wall. Hack made one of them get off their chair, then he picked it up and moved it to her.
“Sit, baby.”
“Oh, but—” The guy who’d been sitting on the chair didn’t look too happy.
“But nothing. He can stand. He injured himself going around causing shit and called me in here when I was out on a fucking date with you. So he can stand and you will sit.”
Hack glared over at the guy.
“Yep, you sit, miss. I’m fine here,” the guy said.
Right. Okay. She sat on the chair and waited for Hack. By the time he was finished, she was leaning against the wall behind her, feeling exhausted.
“Hey, baby. Ready to go?” Hack came over and crouched in front of her, his magical medicine bag in one hand.
“You didn’t give them any treasure.”
“Of course not! I need to save that for my Littles.”
“Your Littles? Who are these Littles? I thought I was the only one.”
He cupped her cheek in his big hand. “Baby, you’re the only one that is mine. The only one I want to tuck in at night and wake up with in the morning.”
“Oh.” The jealousy monster disappeared as quickly as it came. “I guess that’s okay, then.”
He gave her a soft smile. “Come on, baby girl. Let’s get you home.”
Home.
She really liked the sound of that.
He led her back through the bar, nodding at Butch as they walked out. A car and several motorbikes raced up the road as they were making their way to his truck.
“Fuck!” Hack pushed her down, covering her. “Motherfuckers! Butch! Trouble!” He drew out his phone, calling someone. “Rykers. Out front.”
He ended the call, swearing as she peered around the truck they were perched behind. Someone opened the trunk of the car that had just driven up and drew a body out.
Oh my God!
“Come get your injured fuckers!” one of the men yelled. “And learn to stay out of Rykers’ business!”
Iron Shadows members raced out of the bar with a roar, making her squeal in shock.
“Fuck! Motherfucking bastards!” Hack swore. “Stay down, baby!”
“Hack! Injured!” someone screamed.
“Shit,” he swore.
“G-go. I’m o-okay.” That guy that they’d pulled out of the trunk of their car had to be in bad shape. She was safe and fine. Terrified, but breathing and uninjured.
“Butch!” he yelled. “Watch Greer! Stay with Butch, baby.”
She nodded, taking shallow breaths as panic rolled over her. She turned, sensing movement behind her. She frowned as she saw someone standing by the building, watching everything unfold.
That was weird.
Why wasn’t he joining in? It seemed like a giant brawl had broken out, yet there he stood calmly watching.
And why did he seem familiar?
She’d probably just seen him in the bar. And it wasn’t like she had the best eyesight. Hack was taking her to get her eyes tested tomorrow.
Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm. Caught off-guard, she lashed out. Panic engulfed her.
“Hey! Easy! It’s me, Butch!”
But she was too deep in her panic to understand. Hack! She needed Hack!
“Shit. Fuck! Girlie, Hack wanted me to take you somewhere safe!”
“No! Let me go!”
Suddenly, she was lifted and thrown over a wide shoulder. Her breathing came in sharp pants and she glanced around, catching that strange man’s gaze.
Did he look shocked?
Or was that her imagination? Heck. She didn’t know. All she knew was that she wanted Hack.