Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“Carrie.”
“No way, man.” Chains took a step backward, shaking his head. “No fuckin’ way.”
“Shit.” I thought that was Gunnar. A quick glance and the man was scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “That’s just fuckin’ creepy.”
“Strange,” she muttered. “I didn’t expect this reaction.” Then she spat, making a face, disgust evident. “Gross.”
“You do this kind of thing often?” Why wouldn’t my mouth stay shut? I wanted to bang my head against a wall, but I was making a big enough an ass of myself as it was.
“What?” She spat again, wiping at her mouth with her fingers and the back of her hand.
“Show up at a gated compound full of strangers, covered in the blood of your enemies.” Nope. Still couldn’t shut up.
Then the damnedest thing happened. Little Carrie smiled. Like I’d said the funniest thing ever. And I knew I was doomed. Because my cock hardened so fast I was certain every ounce of blood went straight to my groin. I groaned and had to fight to stay on my feet. For a man who never showed weakness, I was showing an awful lot of weaknesses.
“That’s a cool description.” Her smile was beautiful. Except for the fact it kind of looked deranged. I wasn’t altogether certain she wasn’t deranged. Which would make this attraction I had to her complicated.
“Where’s the bodies?” Knuckles took another step forward, putting the attention squarely on himself.
“Um, back that way? Between the buildings.” She pointed in the direction she came from. “If you’ve got some sulfuric acid or something, I could fix it. I’m pretty sure there are several abandoned buildings I could use to store them for a couple days until they dissolve.”
“I’m outta here,” Chains muttered, turning and jogging back to the clubhouse. He had to go through a couple of the guys who’d wandered out here when Knuckles and Gunnar joined us.
“Sweet baby Jesus in the manger.” I winced as Torpedo, our current president and his VP, Bohannon pushed their way through the gathering crowd. “No one’s dissolving a body.”
“Oh, I know.” Carrie said brightly. “There’s two.” There was something hanging from her lip and I took my finger, mimicking wiping the corner of my lip. She gave me a confused look, so I did it again. She lifted her hand to her face and came away with whatever gore was around her mouth. She immediately gagged once, shaking her hand to sling the… I cringed to think of what exactly was clinging to her finger, but she tried to shake it off.
She stopped and turned her gaze back to Torpedo. The big man gave her a death stare for several seconds. Most men I knew might have thought twice about crossing Torpedo when he got that particular expression on his face. To my surprise, Torpedo looked away first. “Christ, I’m too fuckin’ old for this shit. Bohannon.”
“Don’t look at me, prez. I’m just as old as you are.” Bohannon actually chuckled, though he looked as shell-shocked as I felt.
To be clear, it wasn’t the situation had us all spooked. Violence was a way of life for me in and out of prison. It was the whole surrealness of the moment. If this was one of my brothers at the gate, I’d have already gotten the materials he needed, and we’d be out there taking care of business. But this woman was five foot nothing and maybe a hundred pounds. If she ate a sandwich.
And she was still spitting blood.
And her name was Carrie.
“You get hurt? Your mouth’s bleeding.” Bohannon, bless his heart, was braving the waters. I’d wondered the same Goddamned thing, but there was no fucking way I was asking that shit.
“No.” She made a face then spit out more blood. Then she kind of gagged a little. “Gross.” She kept spitting until she was finally satisfied. “That’s not my blood.”
“What did you do? Drink their blood? How the fuck did you get that much blood in your mouth?” Bohannon looked morbidly curious and I knew he was just as freaked as the rest of us. He also looked like he regretted the question the second it left his mouth. I know I winced. Pretty sure more than one of the other brothers witnessed the spectacle.
“No.” She spat again. “But one of the guys grabbed me in a bear hug from the front and I couldn’t move. So I bit his ear off. Then the other guy? He got behind me and put his hand over my mouth when I screamed. So I bit a chunk out of his hand. I think it’s the ear I’m having trouble with. Cartilage. Or something.” She went pale, her breathing growing ever more rapid. “I’m so s-sorry!” she sobbed out. Carrie collapsed on the ground in a heap looking so broken and terrified it made my heart ache. I actually rubbed the middle of my chest trying to soothe the hurt. Then she looked up at me. Not anyone else. Me. “I-I’m so s-sorry. Please help me.”