Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I allow myself a moment of weakness, hiding my face in the chest of the man I love and wonder how on earth I’m going to get us out of this.
“Kayden get the fuck away from him,” Daddy yells, in a tone I don’t think I’ve ever heard from him.
Chains reaches down and finds his shirt that I was wearing, grabs it and starts trying to cover me with it.
“Get those damn men out of here and let her cover up,” Chains growls. There’s so much anger in his voice that I know him and Dad are going to go at each other hard. My stomach flips and somersaults. This is going to be bad… so bad. I should have left earlier when I had a chance. I should have tried to get in front of this somehow. I knew Dad would blow up, but I don’t think I knew how bad it was going to be. Then again, there was no way to guess the amount of fury coming off of my father. All at once, Chains goes down, hitting the ground hard. I scream, trying to lean over him. I bring my hand to the side of his head, above his ear. I think I scream when my fingers touch blood. I look up to see my father, standing there, fury coming off of him in waves, holding his gun so the butt of it is facing me and it has blood on it.
“You pistol whipped him!” I cry, anger building up in me and overtaking my panic. “Chains, oh God, Baby! Are you okay?” I lean down trying to wake him. His eyes open, but they look foggy, definitely not focused.
“Get the fuck away from him, Kayden!” Dad yells.
“I’m… okay,” Chains says, sluggishly. He rises back up, shaking his head.
“You might be okay right now, but soon you won’t be,” Dad says. “Soon, there won’t be nothing but pieces of you motherfucker,” he adds, cocking his gun and pressing it right against Chains’ head.
“Don’t do this here man. Let Kayden leave,” Chains says and that’s when the fear truly grabs hold of my heart.
“No! Dad! Stop this! I love him! You can’t hurt him.”
“Get the hell away from him and go shower, Kayden.”
“No!”
“You want my men to see what a whore this scum has turned you into?” Dad growls.
His words pierce me and rob me of air as much as if he had slapped me. I don’t get a chance to respond, though. Because suddenly there’s an unholy noise that reminds me of a wounded bear. Then, a wounded Chains, launches himself at my father. He obviously doesn’t care he’s completely naked. He’s going after him and from the way he sounds he’s intent on hurting him.
“No one calls Kayden a whore. I’ll kill you!” Chains screams.
He catapults his body up, but the hit he took has bothered him. I can tell by the way he weaves. He tackles Dad, wrestling him down. The gun goes off and I scream, just as Uncle Bull’s arms wrap around me and he drags me away, pulling me off the ground.
The echo of the gun vibrates in my ear and I fight to see what happened as Dad’s men circle around him and Chains, blocking my view completely.
36
Dragon
I hit the fucker again with the butt of my gun. He’s bleeding, but I’m pretty fucking sure it just nicked him. I won’t fucking cry if he bleeds out though. I can tell Nicole he jumped me and took the decision out of my hands. I kick the asshole to see if he moves.
“Trying to turn my daughter into your fucking whore? You think you can come into my territory and mess with my fucking family? I’m going to crush you like the piss ant you are. I’ll cut you up in so many fucking pieces the crows will get dizzy trying to collect them all,” I yell.
“Daddy, don’t. I love him!” Kayden cries.
Chains doesn’t say a fucking thing, even as I’m kicking him over and over. He’s out of it. I hope the asshole is dead, but I doubt he makes it that easy for me. My men part and there’s my girl pulling against Bull’s hold. She’s crying, trying to get to the bastard on the floor. Her gaze moves up to mine and she locks on my face. I look over to see if she’s hurt and what I see makes my stomach turn. My baby girl covered in some fuckers spunk.
“Jesus Christ. What has he done to you, Kayden?”
“I love him! Oh God, did you shoot him? Is he dead!?!?!?!” she cries, trying to tear out of Bull’s arms.
“I hope the fucker is, but if he’s not, I’ll make sure he’s that way before I’m done,” I tell her. “Go get in the shower and clean up before I take you back to your mother.”