Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Bull had heard enough. He fired the gun, and like his buddies, Marshall was on the floor, whirling in pain. Stepping over the men, Bull reached into the man’s pocket and grabbed his wallet, tossing it over to Pat, who pocketed it.
“I never liked anyone who abused dogs. I wonder, if they are so well trained, will they let you boys live?” Bull asked.
The chances of the dogs attacking these men were slim. To get them to cooperate, they would have had to use violence and fear tactics to get them compliant. The more he thought about what they did, he wanted to kill them.
Instead, as he went past each cage with the hammer he found just lying on the ground, he began to smash the locks. He put a call through to Dylan.
His boys were there, helping the dogs.
There had to have been easily fifty dogs. The dogs didn’t attack the men. They instead went to his boys, the ones who were offering a chance, a new hope.
“You’re making a big mistake,” Marshall said.
“Maybe I am, but I don’t give a fuck. You want to do shit like this on my land, you come to me. I own Carnage. Do you understand?” Bull asked.
He wanted to slam the hammer into the guy’s forehead, but that wouldn’t help his cause. Dylan would have to do an investigation, and it would become sticky. After he’d cleaned up his father’s last mess, he vowed he wouldn’t succumb to the violence. He would learn to find another way, but he was so close to backing out on his promise to himself.
Dropping the hammer to the floor, he stepped back.
Hands clenched at his sides, he took several deep breaths, and then, with one of the limping dogs who had come to him, he walked away. The boys had brought the van close. He was driving with Pat because being alone with his brother would annoy the fuck out of him.
Grant wasn’t on board with what he was doing.
He lifted the wounded dog into the back of the truck and moved around to the front, climbing into the passenger side.
“Give me the guy’s wallet,” he said.
Pat handed it over, and he flipped through it.
“Marshall Smith. Do you recognize the name?” Bull asked.
“Never heard of him. But do you think it is an alias?” Pat asked.
“Not a clue.” He tossed the wallet onto the seat beside him.
“What’s going on, Prez?” Pat asked.
He wasn’t about to tell his man that he had a feeling he’d started something he never intended to do.
“You did this for Maddie, didn’t you?” Pat asked.
“Not just for Maddie,” he said. “I hate anyone who thinks it’s a good thing to hurt dogs.”
Chapter Five
Maddie stood in the room, a little shocked by what Bull had told her.
“We can’t take all of the dogs,” George said.
From the moment the Chaos and Carnage MC had turned up with fifty dogs, he’d been a little less than savory.
Maddie ran her fingers through the cutey pie’s fur. Bull had brought this dog straight to them. The dog was a boy, and it looked like one of his legs was crushed. The vet had already been by to see him, and he was currently taking a call. Then they were going to plan the treatment.
“You’re so beautiful,” Maddie said.
The dog nuzzled her wrist, and she smiled.
“We can take the injured and as many as we can, right?” Maddie said. “We could set up an adoption date.”
“They are going to have to be investigated,” George said.
“Why?”
“They’re vicious dogs.”
She shook her head. “Only because they had to be.”
“Yeah, but there is a chance they could have harmed humans, and that’s not allowed.”
“What makes you think they harmed humans?” Bull asked.
The room had been tense the moment both of these men stepped into the room. She had no idea what was going on, and it kind of worried her a little bit. Bull looked at George as if he was some kind of bug.
“They’re covered in blood. You said you found them at a dogfighting ring, and we don’t know what goes on there,” George said.
“We can do our best to help, right?” Maddie said. “We can’t turn these fur babies away.” She pressed her face against the dog, and he nuzzled her face.
George put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Of course. We will do all that we can.”
The vet returned, and in his hand were some scans. “This guy is going to need an operation. I’m going to need to reset the bones, but he’s pretty young. I want to do some tests to see how he will handle the anesthesia.”
Maddie left the details to George. They decided on tomorrow, and she turned to Bull. “Can I leave early to come and see how he is doing?”