Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
I just killed a cop. I’m going to jail for the rest of my damn life.
He was going to rape and kill me. It was self-defense, but who will believe me? I’m a Devil club member playing girlfriend to a King club member. No judge will take pity on me. Cops won’t care or believe that I had no other choice. My chest constricts and I sob, horror clawing inside me, pain bursting from the seams of my soul.
When I finally return to myself, my eyes are crusted shut, and my body aches and throbs all over. I push myself to my feet and wince. Not knowing what to do, I pick up clothes and delicately pull my jeans back on. I find my torn top and hold it with my panties against my chest before I begin walking.
I don’t stop until I find my way back to the compound gates. They take a couple of minutes to open, and I almost turn around, but Tim comes jogging toward me, concern etched across his face.
“Rogue? What the fuck.”
“I need to speak to Callan.”
My words don’t sound like my own. They’re distorted and my lips feel too big for my face.
Will he even listen, or will he dump me on the curb?
I killed a cop.
The blaring alarm rings in my head.
“He’s not here. He went looking for you.”
“What?” I look up into his caring blue eyes.
“Tell me what happened.” I don’t notice that he’s walked me up to the club door until it opens, and Dodger spills out, holding a couple of beer bottles between his fingers.
“What the hell? You okay, Princess?” He looks me over, squinting one eye, trying to focus.
“No,” I state, a tear streaking my cheek.
“Tim, what the fuck happened to her?” With a gentle shrug of his shoulders, I find myself entering the clubhouse and walking down the corridor to Callan’s room with Tim and Dodger following.
Tim calls out to someone out of view. “Go get Kitty. Now.” I push open Callan’s door, and relief sags my limbs. His scent is everywhere. It’s like walking into a hug. I limp over to his bed and sit, keeping my shirt pinned to my chest.
“Has she said anything?” Dodger asks.
“Nope. I didn’t even know she had left. The front gate called me when she strolled up to it. Said she’d been gone a couple of hours.”
Hours? My head whips up to Tim.
Footsteps pound from the hallway before Kitty enters the room. Her mouth drops. “Rogue?” She rushes toward me. Tears prick her eyes, as she crouches before me. “Where did you go? Tell me what happened.” Her hands hover over my body as if afraid to touch me.
She whips her head to Tim and Dodger when the words won’t come. “Look at her!” she cries out. “Who did this?”
“Whoever it was, we’ll string them up by their balls,” Dodger states.
I look at him. “Something terrible happened.” I choke. All three sets of eyes fall on me as more people enter the room. Diamond, followed by two of the triplets and Daddy.
“Who hurt you, Princess? They’re fucking dead,” Daddy booms.
“Everyone out. Let’s give her some space and get her cleaned up. Where’s Callan?” Diamond asks. My heart is fit to burst through my chest. They care.
“I messaged him,” Tim replies.
She ushers everyone out of the room but her and Kitty.
“I’m going to take this shirt from you, okay?” Kitty asks, her voice strained. I loosen my hold on it, hissing when the material sticks to a wound.
“Shit.” Kitty whitens. “We’re going to need medical.”
“I’ll call Doc.” Diamond turns to leave.
“No! Just clean it for me, Kit. Please.”
“You look like you’ve been dragged down the road without clothes on.”
I have.
“It’s fine. I just need to get clean.” Diamond nods to Kitty and then leaves the room.
“Tell me who did this to you. I promise I’ll believe you and kill them myself if you say it was one of us.”
Tears erupt, spilling faster than I can grasp. My chest heaves, and I pin her body to mine as I come undone.
“I killed him,” I whisper. She pulls away, stroking her palm down my sore cheek.
“Who?” She tosses my ruined shirt to the bed, and my panties fall out of it.
My stomach dips as she snatches them up, staring at them like they hold all the answers she doesn’t want to believe. “Who did this to you?” I track the tear that bleeds down her cheek.
“He didn’t,” I gag on the words. “I didn’t let him get that far.” I finish, choking past the rock in my throat.
The door bursts open, making us both startle. Callan’s terrifying frame fills the space.
“Rogue?”
His tone is pained. I stand and rush to him, gripping the lapels of his cut. Fear grips me in a chokehold, the words refusing to come. What if he throws me away? What if he doesn’t care? “I killed him,” I weep.