Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“It’s nothing personal, Lennox. You and your brother were just standing in the way of my future.”
“You have no idea of the gift you’ve given me today, Iron.”
“Gift?” he laughs. “Is it a gift to kill you? Because that’s what is happening here.”
“No, because you’re going to give me the one thing I’ve lived for since my brother died.”
“What’s that?” he laughs.
“Vengeance.”
“The only thing you’ll be doing is feeding the worms.”
Deuce lets out a vile sounding laugh and my stomach churns. “Or maybe fire ants,” the man joins in. “They’ll probably build mounds in your rotting corpse.”
Yeah, I’m not going to regret this at all. I pull the knife up, aim a split second before I hurl it at Deuce. The knife hasn’t much more than left my hand than I’m jumping up and across the island. I don’t even get to see the knife hit its mark—even though I know it will. I hear the sound of Deuce’s body hitting the floor.
One down, one to go.
I launch myself at Iron, knocking him to the floor with the force of my hit. I wrap my arms around Iron’s neck, trying to break it. He quickly rolls over and I’m under him. He slams his head forward, head butting me with so much force that I’m briefly disoriented. My eyes water, leaving my vision blurry. I curl into the fetal position, knowing I need to get my gun. I’m running out of time.
“You’re going to die here, Lennox,” he taunts, standing up and over me. “You’ve messed up my plans a little, but all I need to do is change the narrative. Now, you’ve given me the perfect alibi. I was in the bathroom and heard a gunshot. When I ran out, it was too late. You were dead. I killed the man who shot you. It was all I could do.”
“Get it over with already,” I mutter, still trying to get my gun.
“Oh no, it’s not going to be that easy on you. I’m going to make this hurt, bitch,” he growls, his big steel-toed boot delivering a hard kick to my ribs.
Fuck.
Chapter 24
Ghost
We get off our bikes immediately and go barreling into the coffee shop. I’m in the lead and it feels like I can’t get air into my lungs. The minute E-Z came out of Ivan’s office yelling that Lennox had left the club with Iron as her bodyguard, panic seized me. I spilled my guts to this bastard and practically fed her to him. I’m going to tear him apart piece by piece. I manage to lock down my emotions and pull out my phone. I have a tracker on all my rides. If they get stolen, I want to know where they are. In this case it’s going to help me get to my woman sooner, and I plan to get E-Z to agree to do it to all club vehicles in the future.
We make it to the coffee shop in record time, but I still know they had a head start. I find myself hoping like hell that my woman has been able to stall Iron. I look around the shop, fear clawing me up inside. I see the owner by the counter.
“Where’s Lennox?” I shout, not giving a fuck that it hurts my throat or that my voice cracks like a kid in the middle of his voice change, singing to the top of his lungs.
“She’s up at her old apartment. The guy that was with her wanted to look at it. He was interested in renting it,” Mrs. M answers immediately.
I don’t explain anything, I just turn and head to the alley. E-Z and the boys follow as I take the stairs two at a time. I can hear Lennox yelling the minute we get to the door. It’s locked, so I bring my foot back and kick it so hard that it swings inward and breaks off the bottom hinge.
My gaze moves through the room quickly. Iron jerks around to look at me. He’s holding a gun, standing over my woman. It’s obvious that he’s been kicking her. My poor Lennox is curled in a fetal position. Her hands are holding her ankles. I can see cuts and bruises already beginning to form.
I start to move when Iron screams, “You stupid bitch! You’ve ruined everything!”
I’m frozen for a second. My hand goes inside my cut to pull out my gun, but I know there’s no way I’m going to make it in time. I yank it out, my gaze going to Lennox one last time, but I see she’s got her hand on a gun that she’s apparently withdrawn from the open holster around her ankle. She’s aimed it at Iron and before he can level his aim on her, she begins firing. She shoots repeatedly, emptying the chamber with round after round. Iron falls back. Every fucking shot that Lennox discharge has hit him right between the eyes. His body drops to the floor, complete with lifeless eyes devoid of emotion or much color, stares back up at me. I hear Lennox’s gun hit the floor and I watch as she flops back, letting out a brutal pain-filled scream.