Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Cyrus has already turned, disappearing, and I know my father has ordered him to. I aim the gun at the man who brought me into this world, my voice frantic. “Stay back! I’ll do it. I’ll shoot you.”
My father doesn’t flinch. “You can shoot me, Nia, but it won’t stop what is going to happen. Not even you can control His wishes.”
No.
This can’t be happening.
“I’m not pregnant,” I hiss, my finger trembling against the trigger.
“We’ll find out for certain. I can assure you.”
I’ve made a mistake.
A huge mistake.
Cyrus returns, and with him, he has at least twenty men, all ready to fight. They might not carry weapons, but there are too many of them to shoot. One way or another, someone will get this gun off me. Not easily, though. I keep it pointed at my father.
“I’ll fucking kill you. Do not doubt it.”
“I’m not afraid of death, daughter.”
I’m going to be sick again. The hot vomit is rising in my throat.
“Back down. I’ll start killing everyone you love.”
My father remains calm, unbothered. “Even if you do, you can’t shoot us all. We’ll take you down. One way or another, you’re finished. Release it. Now.”
I feel the world spinning, my mind a tangled mess of fear and rage. “The club will come for me. You know they will. You can’t stop them.”
He takes a step closer, his eyes fixed on me with a terrifying certainty. “The club is no longer my concern. You’re carrying the child. You’re not going anywhere.”
“You need me, without me you will never take them down and they will never stop.”
“I’ll find a way, don’t doubt it. For now, this is more important. My grandchild is the most important.”
The words are a death sentence, and my heart races, wild and uncontrollable. The men rush me without warning, and I scream, the sound ripping from my throat as the gun goes off just before someone slams my body to the ground. The gun skids from my hand, and I watch it slide away, out of reach, out of hope.
“Let me go!” I scream, thrashing as they pin me down, my voice raw and desperate. “No.”
My father’s voice cuts through the chaos, calm and composed, the others holding me with iron grips. “Welcome home, daughter.”
I fight, the world blurring around me, but it’s no use. They’ve won. The weight of their bodies crushes me, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Do not hurt the child,” my father orders. “Do not harm the Savior.”
No.
God.
Please.
No.
The rumbling sound in the distance has everyone stopping what they are doing, and as it nears, I know the sound so well. I know who it is. I could scream with joy, but I don’t. Instead, my head whips up as a large group of bikes comes to a stop outside the gates, the rumbling engines a warning.
They’ve come for me.
My father’s expression doesn’t change; his voice is calm as he barks orders, his eyes never leaving mine. “Secure the gates! Call out the men! Stop them—don’t let them get in!”
The compound erupts into chaos. Men are shouting, running in every direction, the sound of panic loud in the air. I see Cyrus, his face twisted with anger as he gives orders, pointing wildly. They think they can stop this. They think they can stop the club.
They have no fucking idea.
The bikers line up outside the gates, their presence imposing, each one armed and ready. I know this is Talon’s doing, and I know he’s not going to leave here without me. My heart is a wild, desperate mess in my chest, but I feel a flicker of hope.
Wolfe’s voice booms over the compound, a deadly promise in every word. The very sound of it sends shivers up my spine, because it is terrifying. “We know you have her. Release Nia, or we will come in and kill every fuckin’ one of you.”
The men around me hesitate, and I see the doubt in their eyes. They’re not used to this kind of threat, this kind of violence. They don’t know how to handle it. They know they are unarmed, and they know that they can’t stop these bikers if they decided to force their way in.
They’re without options.
My father’s face twists with hatred. “Get her inside!” he shouts, his voice finally cracking with anger. “Do not let them in!”
“They’re armed!” someone yells.
My father’s eyes are cold as he looks at me, then he bellows out into the night sky. “If you enter my compound, I will kill her.”
I already know he won’t, though.
If he thinks I’m pregnant, he would never risk my life. Not when his entire world and truth is based around me having this child. That means he is bluffing, and that also means he doesn’t have a plan. I know it’s risky, but I’m not going to let him try and use that as a way to keep them out. If I wasn’t pregnant, the man would kill me without hesitation, but if I am...no way.