Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
17
FORD
Wretched Rebels.
That’s the club that took my Grace. Apparently, they have some history with Vector and his crew. We couldn’t understand why they would go after Grace and not Sloane. Hell, we’re not even sure why they’re here. There’s a chance it is unrelated to Vector and his club entirely. My gut says it is, though. In some of the surveillance footage, it seemed the idiots were tracking my Grace when she was talking with Vector. I went through all the footage since Grace and I arrived, and that’s the only place the two idiots were visible for an extended period of time. So, the choices are they either are targeting people in Vector’s life or they’re working for the Korslovas.
I suppose that’s good and bad. I’d hate to have to fight the Bratva to get Grace back. I’d do it, but it’d be a lot messier. On the other hand, The Wretched Rebels live up to their name. They’re almost as vile as the Feral Kings that we’ve been dealing with. I need to get to her before they have a chance to hurt her. I’m going to make them pay. I’m going to rain fire down on their damn heads. When I’m done, no one will dare come after Grace.
At least that’s the plan.
Right now, me and my men are all headed to where the Wretched Rebels clubhouse. It will be a long drive, and I hate going, not knowing for sure if Grace is even there. I don’t have much of a choice right now, however. This is the only clue I have. We’re taking the back roads, avoiding camera systems and drawing attention to ourselves. Cops tend to stick to the main roads. The club’s lawyer keeps telling me I need to make sure I always have what he calls plausible deniability. When I get hold of the men who took Grace, I’ll need it because they won’t be breathing when I’m done.
As I round a deep curve in the road, my men following behind me—the echo of pipes roaring around us—I immediately start slowing down. There’s an old, white van parked half on the side of the road and half in. It’s a van that looks just like the one the parking lot camera showed men dragging Grace into. That’s not exactly what catches my attention, though. There are two men lying on the ground in front of the van. I immediately stop, impatiently kicking down the stand and parking my bike. I hop off and walk straight to the men. I stop at the first guy with a bushy beard because I know that motherfucker. He’s the one that handled my woman so roughly. He’s wearing a Wretched Rebels cut. The name patch reads Zero. I was looking forward to killing this dumbass. Someone apparently beat me to it because now Zero has zero brains because they’re splattered all over the blacktop. My men are joining me. King is coming out of the van, shaking his head no. I frown, but I already knew Grace wasn’t here. Whoever ended these sad fucks has her. My question is who. I don’t see their MC doing this shit. That leads me back to the Bratva.
“Hey Boss,” Grunt calls out. “This sad sack of shit is still breathing.”
I had been crouched over Zero, looking for clues. I immediately stand with Grunt’s words. It shocks the hell out of me, to be honest. It’s not like the Bratva to leave anyone breathing. “Sloppy as fuck,” I mutter, confused. It’s not like professionals to make this big of a mistake. I walk over to the man, who is bleeding from his chest. He’s in pain—that much is evident. He also looks terrified. I crouch down to look at him.
“C-C-Call ambulance,” the man huffs. I want to laugh. I might think about it if he hadn’t put his hands on my woman. Still, even if I called right now, he’d be dead when they got here.
“Tell you what, I’ll call if you tell me where my woman is,” I lie.
“Y-Y-Y-Yo … w-w-w’man?” he mutters, the words slurring. He’s going quick. I need to hurry this along.
“The girl you kidnapped. Who took her?”
“Don-n-n-n’t know. She c-c-called him B-B-Ben,” he says, taking a deep breath and coughing up blood. “Call help,” he says, the panic thick in his voice.
“Nah. You should have never touched Grace. If you weren’t already dying, I’d kill you myself.” I stand back up and look at my men. “We need to head back to the Saints’ clubhouse. I need to make some calls. I know who has her. I just need some help finding him,” I explain. I’m going to have to call in some markers.
It will suck owing those guys, but I’ll do anything for Grace. I just need her back. In the short time that I’ve had with her, she’s become essential to me.