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)
It was good to have people who had faith in him. It was funny since he would have said no one viewed him as a steady presence, but he guessed he was for his employees.
He really had been looking at the world through poop-colored glasses. Once Sabrina had ripped them off his eyes, he could see far more clearly, and that was why it was okay to lose what he was going to lose.
It was something they joked about. If joking about a building being a fire hazard was something to find humorous. He was up to code, but the truth was anything burned if you threw enough firepower at it.
He had a whole bar full of accelerants. All he needed was a chance to light it up.
“I didn’t fucking betray you,” Wyatt was saying. He was on the edge. Sawyer could see it, but he seemed to be holding on. “Whatever you think I did, I didn’t. You wanted me to kill Dennis Hill. I did.”
“And I know for a fact you didn’t,” Wayne growled back.
“Is he going to kill Wyatt?” Sabrina asked the question in a whisper, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Fuck, he was going to kill every single one of these motherfuckers. They made Sabrina cry. They made her afraid in a place where she should fucking be safe. This was his bar, the business his grandfather built, and it should be safe for her.
He’d thought he’d felt rage before, but it was nothing like what blazed through him now.
“He’s not going to kill Wyatt,” Sawyer managed between clenched teeth. “I need you to stay calm. I need you to be the woman you were the other night. Calm. Cool.”
“I want to say something to you,” she began.
She thought they were going to die. He couldn’t let her believe it. “I don’t want to hear it. Not now. After.”
Wayne released Wyatt, who stumbled slightly but managed to catch himself on the edge of the pool table. “Where the hell did Greg and Maverick go?”
Wyatt turned slightly and looked over Sawyer’s way, sending him a knowing look.
He’d definitely seen Henry and Elisa. And they’d likely killed or incapacitated two more of Wayne’s men. Unfortunately, that left them with ten versus four. He didn’t count Sabrina, since she did not have her trusty stun gun, or Lark. They would be hiding if they needed to.
He hoped.
Women were unpredictable creatures.
Lark moved into his space. She had a couple of beers on a tray because these assholes demanded service. They were lucky they’d brought their own women because if they’d tried to… He wasn’t going to think about what could have happened. Lark had played her role, and she’d done it beautifully. She didn’t know yet but she was getting a serious promotion.
If they lived.
Lark passed him and handed out the beers to the men hanging around the pool tables.
They would have one shot.
Damn, but he needed some cover. He couldn’t talk to her openly, and he needed Lark to make this insane plan work.
Wyatt turned and faced his brother, his hands in fists. “Do you understand what the sheriff of this town is going to do to you? You killed those deputies.”
Sabrina gasped, and it took everything he had not to reach for her. He’d known they would be dead the minute he’d found out the CBI agent was dirty.
“I did nothing of the sort,” Wayne replied with a smirk. “I think you’ll find you’re wanted for killing those boys and for kidnapping a CBI agent. You took him out to the woods and nearly beat him to death, but you won’t be surprised to find he’s survived. By now your face is likely all over the news. Everyone will be looking for your ass, little brother.”
There were many flaws in the plan, but he wasn’t going to point them out. Lark was slowly making her way back, and it might be his last chance.
“Are you going to pin our murders on him, too?” Sabrina asked in a shaky voice. “Is that your plan? Because I can see some problems with it. My sister won’t believe it.”
“Your sister?” Wayne nodded toward one of the men by the pool table, and he stalked over, brushing past Lark and slowing her down. “Are you talking about your cop sister? You think she can save you from me? You better stay sitting, Sawyer. Or I’ll have to find a new place for you.”
His heart rate tripled because they were going to start in on Sabrina. They were going to make her hurt in order to get Wyatt to talk. He couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t.
Sabrina looked his way and put a hand on his arm. “I’ll be okay. I will. I can handle it. Please, Sawyer, don’t make this worse.”
The man reached down and hauled Sabrina up. Wyatt started toward her, but two more of Wayne’s men grabbed him and held him back.