Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
And we’d run with it from there, creating a veteran oasis that had thrived.
Cakes got out and headed to where we were standing.
“They’re both freaking out in there.” Cakes smiled.
“Good,” I said as I marched toward the door.
The funny thing was, the bags that I knew were carrying their guns were in the trunk.
The most the bodyguard had was a side piece that carried at max six shots.
“You know if there’s any water in there?” I stared through the glass.
“There’s none. I removed it before I pulled in to get him,” Cakes answered. “Also, the child locks are on. And, wouldn’t you know it, this bad boy is bulletproof. So he can’t very well shoot his way out.”
“Gets pretty hot down here,” I said. “Would be a shame if he was cooked to death.”
It was something that this hotel had been fighting for a while.
That was why we’d had the chance to buy it.
The underground parking garage got close to flaming during midday through the summer months.
Which in turn heated up the bottom three floors to a near unlivable level with the outdated air systems that needed replaced years ago.
But, whomever had built this stupid building, hadn’t taken into account the heat index of Texas, and had thought that something that would work in Montana would work here.
Newsflash, it didn’t.
Which in turn gave us a pretty sweet deal on a hotel that needed quite a few updates.
“Get that driver in the hospital. Rough him up a bit, and tell him to tell them that it was a gang member. Give him enough money that he has enough incentive to keep his mouth shut in the future,” I suggested. “We’ll leave them here, and sacrifice them to the Texas heat.”
“I’ll stay and make sure they don’t accidentally get out.” Webber paused. “Got the gates closed to the underground garage?”
“Ten-four,” Cakes answered and slapped my back. “Let’s go see our girl.”
We arrived at the hospital as a group, and despite wanting to leave my cut exactly where it was so everyone could know who they’d be messing with when it came to me, I took the cut off and tucked it into my saddlebags.
The hospital’s policy on no gang affiliation was clear and concrete.
Cakes got off his own bike and straightened his suit jacket.
He looked ridiculously stuffy.
“Ready?” he asked as I took the ball cap off my head.
I ran my fingers through my hair and replaced the hat onto my head.
“Yes.”
Val and Felix were outside when we arrived and followed us up to the surgical floor as they spoke about what had happened during surgery and what the next steps were.
When we arrived outside of her room, Val stopped me just short of going inside.
Movement caught my eye, and I glanced up.
I watched as a male nurse headed into her room, not thinking anything of it.
I turned back to the two doctors. “What’s up?”
“We heard a rumor about a hit that was put out on the…” Felix stopped.
I whipped my head around when the alarms that were connected to Aella stared to pierce the air with their intensity.
The male nurse slipped out of the room and started creeping down the hall, but some instinct inside of me nudged me to react.
Nurses and doctors flooded her room as they went rushing toward her, and I launched myself at the male nurse who’d just rounded the corner of the nurses’ station.
I took him down to the ground, forcing his arms behind his back, and growled, “What did you do?”
The nurse started to writhe.
“I didn’t do anything! Get off me! Security!” the nurse growled.
I shoved his face into the floor with the palm of my hand and looked over at the people now working tirelessly to fix whatever this motherfucker had just done.
“Tell me what you gave her,” I said as I got near his ear. “Or I’ll ruin you.”
“They have my wife. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t,” he replied.
“Well, they’ll have her anyway if you don’t show up and tell them the job’s done, I’m sure,” I snarled. “And if they do let her go, I’ll make sure that whatever they did to her, I’ll do it ten times worse, and she won’t be walking away from what I do. So either tell me, or I will go hunting.”
“Insulin,” he said into the floor. “I gave her a deadly dose.”
I reared back and punched him in the side of the face.
With nowhere for his head to go but farther into the solid floor beneath him, it was a deadly hit.
I heard the bones in his cheek and eye crack, but didn’t care.
Standing up, I hurried to the room and called out.
“Val, Felix!” I bellowed. “Insulin. He gave her insulin!”
Twenty-Six
If I’m losing a fight, I’m biting you. Can’t beat ’em, eat ’em.
—Overheard conversation between Aella and Silver