Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Caroline could tell the previously injured biker was still moving with pain, but Adam wouldn’t pick up on that. Hellcat outmuscled her ex by a huge percentage. And he was armed. She held her breath. How far was Adam going to push this?
“Gotcha. One more thing before I leave. My wife lives in a land of make-believe filled with knights in shining armor and damsels in distress. She suffers from delusions and is easily confused. Some might consider allowing her to stay the same as kidnapping.”
Uh-oh. He’s becoming angry. Caroline could hear the frustration in Adam’s tone. He didn’t make good choices when he didn’t get his way.
A rumble from the road caught Caroline’s attention. Were the Devils on their way back? She smirked. It really sucked to be Adam.
“I’ll head out. Keep my warning in mind,” her ex stated with bravado.
Caroline peeked out of her safe spot and caught Hellcat’s slow, lethal smile.
The roaring engine sounds now came from outside the guard shack. Caroline peeked out the side window to see motorcycles surrounding Adam’s beloved sports car. She recognized the man who swung his leg over his bike by his sheer mass alone. Two more bikers dismounted to flank him.
Wraith strolled up to Adam’s window. He didn’t address him but stared at him as he asked Hellcat. “Who’s this piece of shit who can’t read ‘no trespassing’ signs?”
“Says he’s tracked his wife here. She’s delusional and mentally ill,” Hellcat shared. Caroline noticed he didn’t exit the guard shack. She guessed he was concerned Adam would spot her.
“What’s her name?” Wraith asked.
“Caroline McConnell. She’s got brown hair and eyes. Could lose thirty pounds or so. You know how women are when they get married—always eating,” Adam joked, obviously trying to bond with Wraith.
She rolled those brown eyes and shook her head. A loud metallic snap made her freeze.
“What the hell?” Adam didn’t sound happy.
“Whoops! That was clumsy of me,” Wraith acknowledged. “They don’t attach side mirrors like they used to.”
“Hellcat? How many times did you tell this guy to leave?” Wraith asked, never taking his eyes off Adam.
“Three, Wraith.”
“Oh, in that case.” A second crunch followed.
“Fuck!” Adam yelled.
Caroline put Jam over her mouth. That must be the other mirror.
“That’s two. Windshield or rear window?” Wraith asked.
“Hey. I get the message. I’ll leave if you’ll move the bikes around me,” Adam told him.
Glass shattering told her the bikers had administered the third consequence.
“Devils, better shift your bikes. I doubt if this guy drives well on a good day. He’s never coming back here. Whoever his wife is, he’s going to speak much nicer about her in the future. Because if he harasses her in any way, this conversation will move from pleasant to angry. I don’t think he’s going to enjoy that.”
Caroline gritted her teeth together to keep from giggling. Adam’s skills in manipulating people didn’t work on Wraith and the Devil Daddies. She hadn’t thought she’d see Adam slammed with consequences for being a total jerk to her. It felt incredibly good to have others see through his crap.
Adam sat quietly in his car as the Devils shifted their bikes into the complex. Wraith didn’t budge from his spot next to her ex’s window. Caroline saw the imposing man lean forward to speak to Adam privately. She couldn’t hear what he said and decided maybe she didn’t want to.
“Looks like you lost a fight. Maybe I don’t need to worry about you if I’m not outnumbered ten to one,” Adam answered.
Instantly concerned that Wraith was injured, Caroline shifted, rising from her sheltered spot on the floor. Hellcat moved his hand with lightning speed to stop her, pinning her out of sight. He squeezed slightly to warn her. Caroline knew a few minutes delay wouldn’t hurt Wraith any more, but she wasn’t happy waiting.
“You have no idea how battered the other side is,” Wraith pointed out. “They won’t mess with one of ours. And you won’t return. Back up. The road is clear behind you.”
A squeal of tires on the road told her how quickly Adam followed her Daddy’s instructions. Caroline tried to stand, but Hellcat held her in place. “Not yet,” he hissed.
When his grip relaxed, she rose to her feet and bolted out the door. She skidded to a halt in front of Wraith and stared at his bruised face. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“Come give me a hug, Precious. I’m fine. Much better than when I figured out you were in the guard shack with Hellcat instead of safe in my cabin,” Wraith said, leveling a stern glance at her.
“Ummm. Could we talk about it at the cabin?”
“You bet,” Wraith assured her.
Caroline dashed into the guard shack to grab her laptop and Jam. She whispered to Hellcat, “Thanks for keeping me company. We’ll finish the movie next time. You won’t believe how it ends.”