Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
The ride to the little house in the suburbs was uneventful. I took my time, enjoying the ride. Knight had already tapped into the guy’s security camera in case things went sideways before we got there.
“Man, I can’t wait for you to see this shit.” Knight’s muttered comment came from my earpiece.
“She good?”
“Oh, yeah. She’s good, all right. Ain’t gonna be much left of her boy there when she gets done.”
There was something itching between my shoulder blades. Something telling me I better get my ass in gear and get to Hannah. One thing I’d learned in prison was to trust my instincts. If something seemed off, it was.
I gave the bike more gas, speeding up and weaving my way through traffic until I pulled up at the sprawling McMansion inside a gaited property. Chains pulled up at the same time I did and was off his bike in quick, efficient movements. The gate had a keypad, and Chains had some kind of gadget he used on it. I had no idea what. Didn’t fucking care. I wanted inside this property. Now.
Seconds later, the gate swung open and I rolled through, not caring if my bike made noise. No one was around to hear anyway. There were no close neighbors. Knight had confirmed no one was in the house but Dillon and Hannah.
“Uh, guys, you might want to, uh… she’s gonna kill him. Like right now.”
Yeah. I thought so.
Strangely, I expected panic would hit me when it came to the physical confrontation I knew was gonna happen when Hannah got there. I had no idea exactly what was going on in her head, or what her end game was, but I was willing to let her beat on a few dipshit assholes beating up on people weaker than them. Or, at least, people smaller. And there was no doubt in my mind she could take care of herself.
Unlike Gunnar, Hannah was small. Delicate even. Until you got a good look at her. She was covered in a layer of fine muscle. I got a look at her midriff when she had on that tank top and would move a certain way. Her abs were ripped better than most men I knew. Her arms were finely muscled, so you wouldn’t guess the strength in them. I saw how they stood out when we fought briefly. Also, the way she sat on my lap, the way she stood up to me and never flinched back from a fight and didn’t hesitate to make her stand? Yeah. Hannah wasn’t a woman who’d been beaten down by an abuser. If anything, she was ready for an abuser to fuck with her. Wanting it, even.
Which was how I ended up whistling a tune as I rode down the road even if I did crank the throttle a bit to pick up the pace. I was certain down to my bones Hannah could take care of herself, had probably even planned this very scenario with that fucker. Didn’t change the fact I still need to be by her side. To be honest, I was really fucking looking forward to seeing the carnage she was unleashing at this very moment.
I pulled around to the back of the house. The attached garage was open so I pulled inside, making myself at home. Chains and Hawk followed me. We weren’t quiet either. Hawk even revved his big Hog a couple times before shutting it down.
The silence after the constant rumble was deafening. There was nothing. Nothing at all.
“You think Knight was wrong? Maybe she snuck out with dickwad in tow without Knight pickin’ up on it.” Hawk scrubbed the back of his neck as he looked around the garage, which had one car in the three bays. The rest was spotlessly clean, with none of the suburban garage-y things inside or outside. No garden hoses. No lawn mower or weed whacker. The floor was a gleaming black-and-white check. The silence was almost eerie.
“I didn’t get it wrong.” Knight’s voice came through my earpiece. “Second floor. There’s a room on the southwest corner. That’s where she’s got him. Thankfully, she had the foresight to put down plastic on the carpet.” There was a pause. “And the walls. I’m not sure, but there might be some plastic taped to the ceiling too.”
“Jesus.” Chains chuckled. “She’s serious about this, huh?”
“Yep.” Hawk opened the door to the back of the garage leading into the house. “Let’s go see what she’s up to. If we need to call in someone to clean up, I’d like to get it done sooner rather than later. Replacing ceiling stucco might take a while.” We all snorted. My brothers took everything in stride. No one questioned if we were going to cover for Hannah from whatever we were getting ready to find upstairs. Didn’t matter that Hannah wasn’t part of our club officially. She was Gunnar’s sister, so they just assumed the club would take care of it and made plans accordingly. Torpedo and Bohannon would both be proud.