Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“I’m seeing that scary-as-fuck look on your face,” Brick said.
“I’ve got to get to my brother,” Big Dick said. “I don’t even know if he is still alive.”
“He is. Smokey said he is randomly talking but...” Brick didn’t finish.
“But what?”
“It’s not sounding good,” Brick said.
Time was running out, and he didn’t want to waste a moment when he could get Erick out now.
There are so many different exits and entrances on a building site. He knew going in the front would be a guaranteed death wish. He did not want to die. He had to get back to Larissa, his wife, the fucking love of his life.
How had it gotten so fucked, so fucking quickly?
Anger rushed through him.
“I’m going to go around the back,” Big Dick said.
“Damn it, you know Smokey will be pissed.”
“Do you think they’ve not got him covered? The moment they turn up, the first thing they are going to do is shoot my brother. The kid may be a fucking prick, but he is still my brother. If I can get him out, then it will be all right,” he said.
Brick gritted his teeth and growled.
“This is not a good idea, but I will fucking cover you. Fuck!”
None of this was good. Big Dick knew that, but he nodded at Brick, and then made his way around the building site, staying as low down as he could, finding a weakness within the fence that meant he could slide right through. He made sure to keep low, and to keep a lookout. The Twisted Bastards MC clearly thought their cover was kept, and in a way, it had been.
The best way to walk around in plain sight was find a fucking local that could afford to keep you hidden. It was the one option he hadn’t considered. He wasn’t even tempted to go looking. He should have known better.
His brother was now paying the price, and he was going to make sure the Twisted Bastards MC got what was coming to them. He got inside the building undetected, which was a fucking miracle.
The Twisted Bastards MC were sloppy. He didn’t know how they had been able to survive this fucking long. Cadeon was the reason, he knew that, and he hated the bastard for it.
He didn’t take the elevator, but instead the stairs, and he didn’t dawdle. When the shooting started, he had a feeling Erick would be on borrowed time. If he started to shoot, there was a chance it could get his brother killed. Making his way toward the top floor, he stopped as he looked around the corner, and there, on the floor, was his brother. He also noticed one guy, someone he didn’t recognize, staring down at his cell phone.
If he shot now, and the club wasn’t here in time, he would have a lot of Twisted Bastards MC. If he waited, and the shooting started, then his brother was dead. He was damned if he did, and damned if he didn’t.
Big Dick didn’t make these fucking decisions.
If it was Larissa, you’d shoot.
If it was Smokey, you’d shoot.
Erick is no different, fucking shoot.
He took aim and fired, and he heard the chaos that ensued the moment he took those first shots. He was on borrowed time now, he rushed to Erick, who had flinched and was shaking.
“It’s me, Erick, it’s me.”
“George?”
He turned his brother over and winced as he caught sight of his brother’s face. One of his eyes was swollen shut.
“You came?” Erick asked.
“Of course I fucking came. You’re my asshole brother. Of course I’m going to come.”
“You ... killed that guy.”
“You didn’t see that,” he said.
Erick snorted. “Good.”
Big Dick smirked. There would have been a time he would threaten to go and tell Mom. For now, he imagined he was off the hook for anything he did.
He got the cuffs off his brother, as they had him chained to a fucking hook in the floor. He didn’t know what kind of shit was going down at this building site, but they were not going to kill his brother.
In the distance, he heard the sounds of guns going off, and just as he got his brother to his feet, someone tackled Big Dick to the ground. He fell with a grunt, and he heard his brother cry out.
Big Dick didn’t have time to block the blow to the face, and for a few seconds, he couldn’t quite get his bearings. When the next blow came, he blocked it and used his strength to shove his attacker off him, at which point he kicked out, landing a kick to his midsection as he got to his feet. It was then he was able to see that he was looking into the face of Cadeon, the enemy.
He thought he had felt rage before, but nothing compared to how it swept over him at the sight of this little fucker. It was an anger unlike anything he had ever felt before. This man had caused the club a lot of pain. Because of him, Larissa had nearly been killed, as had his sister and Hailey. His own family had been at risk, and in all the years he’d been a member of the Hell’s Bastards MC, not once had his family come into the firing line.