Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Call it an investment. If you try to retrieve both women and some of you die, it’s a poor investment for me. I don’t get the same standard I’ve become accustomed to.”
Smokey laughed. “You’re talking bullshit.”
“I’m helping, Smokey. We can work together or apart. That’s up to you.” Carlos adjusted his cuffs. “Seeing as I already have intel on where Creed may be holding those women, and Ava is close to giving birth, I’d say you don’t have much choice. My men are available right now. You’d have to organize your men. One of the women could die in the process.”
“I fucking hate you right now.”
“Hate me all you want. You know I speak the truth.”
He still hated him for it.
“Fine.”
“Good.” Carlos clicked his fingers and a laptop was given to him. “Here is your last known location of Creed.”
“You had this on you the entire time?”
“Creed and the Twisted Bastards MC are enemies of ours as well. You never stay one step ahead unless you know your enemy’s next move. This is where we last located. Where would he take them.”
Smokey looked at the map and clicked on the keyboard, bringing it in closer.
The place Creed was last seen was a motel, but he would be too stupid to take Ava and Raven there.
Smokey looked around and knew exactly where he’d go.
“There,” he said.
“That’s where he is.”
Carlos closed the laptop and left.
“Call the boys,” he said, turning to Hunter.
“You need me with you.”
“I need you to grab our men in case this goes south fucking quickly. Do it. I can’t have anything happen to Ava.”
Hunter nodded.
“The rest of you, you’re with me.”
He went to his bike, straddling the machine, purring it to life, and took off, heading toward the warehouse where Ava was.
If anything had happened to his woman, he wouldn’t fucking hesitate. He’d kill the bastard. There was no way he was going to be able to live.
With his men at his back, and Carlos and his men trailing behind him, Smokey tried to focus on finding his woman. On loving her. Never letting a moment pass him by when she didn’t know the truth.
He gripped his handlebars, trying not to let his emotions get the better of him. He was always in control. Right now, he felt close to exploding. He itched to kill Creed. To watch the life extinguish from him.
As he rode hard, the time passed too fucking slow. He was already breaking speed limits, and as he got closer to his destination, his need to hurt Creed increased. He wanted to annihilate him. To watch him fucking burn.
Ava’s sweet smile. Her kisses. The way she held him. It all flashed through his mind.
He was coming for her.
As he got near the warehouse, the smart thing to do would be to stop and sneak upon them. Smokey didn’t have time for that. He continued to drive past the part he would normally park to attack. He rode straight into the gates, pulling out his gun and firing at the single guard he saw waiting.
One by one, his men joined him, as did the cars.
Smokey didn’t wait.
His woman was in that warehouse. She needed him.
Holding his gun firmly in his hand, he shot at two men coming toward him.
His brothers joined him as they advanced into the warehouse. More men wearing the Twisted Bastards insignia came forward.
He fired. Some going for the head, others for the leg.
Ava’s scream filled the air.
Panic rushed through him as he advanced into the warehouse, aware of Carlos joining him. There were club men everywhere.
Fire rushed through his shoulder as he took a bullet. He ignored the pain, firing.
Trusting his men and Carlos to keep the bullets off his back, he charged forward and came to a stop where he saw Creed holding a gun to Ava’s head.
She held her stomach and he spotted a bruise forming on her cheek.
“Hello, Smokey.”
“You should have left her alone.”
“What kind of fun would that have been? You wouldn’t have come to claim her?” Creed licked her cheek and Ava screamed.
The sound was full of pain.
“Raven did provide me with some entertainment, but she was no match for my men.” Creed glanced toward Smokey’s left.
He knew Raven was on the floor. He’d caught sight of the puddle of blood.
Smokey didn’t know if she was dead or not, but Creed’s life had only minutes left to it.
Creed leaned down. “He’s wondering if he can kill me. How you will see him if he kills me right here. Will you be able to love a killer, Ava? Or will you turn your back on him like everyone else in the world?”
Ava turned to look at Creed. “I don’t care if he kills you.” She looked toward him. “He made me watch as Raven took each punch, each beating. He deserves to die.”