Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Henry stopped him, his eyes going down to the cattle prod in his hands. “I think you have to go out there without weapons. If you’re stalling, you need to give them not a single reason to open fire. Are you sure they’re going to believe you could take those men out on your own? If not, then we might need to just use the element of surprise. They’re not expecting us.”
“I have a certain reputation,” Wyatt said, his gut clenching, but he knew Henry was right. If he took the cattle prod, or worse, one of the guns with him, they would take him out quickly, and Sabrina could get caught in the cross fire. He handed the weapon over. “I assure you, my brother knows I can perform violent acts when I need to.”
Breathe.
He started down the hall.
Sometimes he could hear his father telling him he was nothing. Wyatt was too weak to be his son. He wouldn’t survive and he shouldn’t because he was as useless as a daughter. A daughter, he’d been told, could at least be married off to gain something for the club.
But he heard other voices now as he forced himself to take each step.
He heard Sabrina telling him she loved him.
Sawyer telling him they’re brothers. Though grudgingly.
He heard Alexei telling him he did not have to follow the life script handed to him at birth. Alexei had told him how brave he’d been to break free, to have taken all the abuse and still be a decent, loving human being.
Because he was unbreakable.
Four in. Hold for six. Exhale for eight.
He could do this.
But his performance had to be good. He knew exactly what would catch his brother’s attention.
He stumbled the last of the way to the main floor. For the briefest moment, no one saw him, but he was able to take in the scene in front of him. Lark was behind the bar. Good. He hoped she stayed there. Sabrina and Sawyer were seated at a table in the middle of the room. Where anyone could get to them. It wasn’t ideal, but he had to trust Sawyer would know what to do.
Sabrina’s eyes came up and lit on him, widening as she started to stand, but Sawyer reached out and caught her arm. His hands were in zip ties but at least they weren’t behind his back. His brother wasn’t as by the book as the deputies had been, and Wyatt hoped it was about to cost him.
Wyatt watched as Sabrina’s hand went into the pocket of her skirt, showing him the hilt of what he prayed was a knife. It didn’t look large, but it would get Sawyer’s hands free.
If the crowd was distracted.
“Wayne Kemp,” Wyatt yelled out.
The whole place went still, and sure enough every eye turned his way. He hoped he looked pathetic. He knew there was blood on his shirt. It was sticky where he’d bled from the head wound.
His brother moved from the pool table, hands on his hips as he stared at Wyatt. “Where the hell are Murphy and Kick?”
He hadn’t known the other guy. “I killed them. And I’m going to kill you.”
Wyatt started for his brother and prayed they all survived the experience.
Chapter Twenty
Sawyer watched with a tight gut as Wyatt stalked toward his brother. His friend looked like hell, with blood staining his shirt and a defined bump on his head. Also matted with blood.
Wyatt had killed two men? Had he lost it? He didn’t look like he had. Sawyer had seen Wyatt’s dark part many times, and this wasn’t it. He appeared calmer than he’d ever seen him in a situation like this. His eyes were clear, and he looked over at Sabrina as though telling Sawyer silently what he wanted him to do.
Save her.
He would if she would freaking let him. They were going to have such a talk after this was over. Stef was right. He was going to slap a collar around her neck and follow her constantly because she was trouble. So much fucking trouble. Her ass was going to learn the word trouble.
“Sure you are, little brother,” Wayne said with a derisive chuckle. “I’m also pretty sure you didn’t kill anyone. You’re too calm to kill anyone. You can’t do it on your own. Did you give them the slip? I’m surprised.”
Sabrina leaned over, her hand coming out to touch his thigh.
He cautiously glanced down and saw she held a paring knife. He was pretty sure it was Lark’s. She was particular about knives and always complained about the state of the ones in the bar. So Lark was playing along like Sabrina was. Good. The women were smart.
“Well, head down there and count the bodies, asshole,” Wyatt challenged.
Did Wyatt know he was being surrounded? The other members of the Horde were circling like a pack of wolves.