Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Suit yourself.” I aim the gun between his legs and shoot the inside of his thigh.
“Ow, what the fuck did you do that for?”
“Because I haven’t heard the words I’m looking for.”
He’s writhing on the floor with his free hand gripping the wound on his thigh. “Okay fine. I’m a limp dick piece of shit.”
“Damn right you are,” I tell him and shoot one bullet between his eyes and two to his heart. “Now you’re a dead limp dick piece of shit.”
I look around Maven’s place with a frown.
Maven. Shit! I run out to check on Maven. She’s probably worried as fuck, and I want to be the one to comfort her.
Stepping over the body at the bottom of the stairs, I go to the garage and frown at the empty spot behind the boxes in the corner. “Maven?” I whisper. “Where the fuck are you, babe?”
I search every inch of the garage, knocking over the boxes, looking under the car, and searching every nook and cranny, but she’s not here.
“Maven?” I close my eyes and listen for any sounds of movement or breathing, but I hear nothing.
If the Iron Kings have her, I will burn their shit to the ground. I step outside, thinking maybe she’s inside the truck after hearing the gunshots. The night air is cool, and I notice that the gunshots have drawn out the neighbors. Some of them are watching from the safety of their homes, with curtains and blinds flickering shut as my gaze lands on theirs.
On the street, I see some big fucking blond asshole carrying Maven to the truck. “Yo, what the fuck are you doing with my woman?”
“Wilder!” she shouts and reaches a hand out to me, relief in her voice.
The giant blond turns with a smile that fades when he sees the gun aimed at his pretty boy face. “You gonna shoot me?”
“Put her down,” I demand in my best menacing growl.
“I don’t do shit with a gun in my face, man.” The big guy isn’t scared, and he doesn’t flinch at the sight of my gun.
I cock the gun and peek around him at Maven. “Brace yourself, babe. This fucker’s gonna go limp right away. Protect your head.”
She nods and covers her head like she’s preparing for a tornado drill.
He barks out a loud laugh. “I like you, man. We’re gonna get along just fine.” He sticks a hand out, still smiling. “I’m Stone. You didn’t see the other guys in there?”
I shake my head. “I was kind of busy. Put her down.” I put my gun down as he sets Maven on her feet and extends a hand to me. “I’m Wilder. Sorry about that, man. Shit’s crazy around here right now.”
“So I gathered based on Ace’s briefing. Don’t ever apologize about protecting your woman.”
“I’m not his woman,” Maven says in an angry voice even as she comes to me. She runs her hands all over my body, starting with my face and working her way down, checking for herself that I’m okay.
“I’m his hostage,” she grunts when she gets to my right arm. “You’re shot, Wilder. What the fuck? Who shot you?”
Her eyes are wide, and I can see the tears starting to pool in her eyes.
I grip her with my left hand. “I’m fine, Maven. It’s not a gunshot wound, babe. It’s just a flesh wound.”
It stings like a motherfucker, but I’ll live and hopefully fall asleep tonight with my body wrapped around hers.
Stone snorts, and I glare at him.
“It’s a wound to your flesh, made by a goddamn gun, Wilder. Don’t argue semantics with me right now. Does it hurt?” She presses her thumb all around the red, angry wound. “It looks bad.”
“You gonna kiss it and make it better?” I wiggle my brows and smile, trying to make her feel less stressed and scared.
My words earn me a smack right to the wound I just minimized, and my eyes start to water. “Don’t play games with me, Wilder. How’s the pain?”
“Well, now, it hurts like a motherfucker,” I grunt and grab my arm.
“Sorry,” she says when she realizes what she’s done. “You need medical attention. Now.” She turns to Stone. “We have to take him to a hospital. The closest one is five miles east of here.”
“No,” both Stone and I shout at the same time.
“Yes,” she says, glaring at both of us, daring one of us to say differently.
“Yo,” Ace calls out as he steps through the front door with Joaquin and Shades behind him. “You did some damage in there, brother. We need to get the fuck outta here before the cops show up.”
I nod and grab Maven with my good arm, helping her into the truck before she starts asking questions I’m not ready to answer. I pull out the keys, and Stone snatches them from my hand.