Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Letting Bernice onto the ground, he watched her, allowing the cold morning to wake him up. He needed coffee and some food.
Pat watched Bernice as the dog sniffed around, and as he reached into his pants pocket, he became aware of two things: Bernice had begun to growl, and the shadow behind him approaching.
He reacted as soon as the man came close, slamming his fist into the guy’s stomach, and then before he could respond, he took out the guy’s throat by slamming the flat of his hand against him.
The moment he spun around, he saw the ink that covered the man’s arm, and the small teardrops, showcasing the number of kills the man had. Clearly, he hadn’t been expecting to defend himself as he was on the ground.
Pat was not happy. He glared at the bastard, and then grabbed him, hauled him up, and for good measure, because he was pissed off, head-butted him as well. The guy literally was knocked out and was nothing more than dead weight.
“Fuck!” Pat was not happy.
He didn’t have his cell phone and no way to fucking call Bull or anyone else. Not to mention the fact Bernice had made a mess, and this was pissing him off, because he wanted to clean that shit up.
“Piece of fucking shit!”
He growled and knew he had no choice but to take this one step at a time. It was also fucking daylight and that was not helping. That was pissing him off big time.
Letting the guy fall to the ground near the lump of dog shit, he didn’t care if the man woke up to that smell. If he even tried to run, he was shoving that man’s face in it. Scooping up the mess, because he couldn’t stand it, he secured the bag, picked the man up, and placed him over his shoulder.
“Bernice, come,” he said.
She didn’t argue and followed him. He tossed the soiled bag into the trash bin and entered Ava’s building, complete with the fucking bad guy. Stepping into the elevator, Bernice trotted in beside him.
On the way up to Ava’s floor, the man on his back was starting to come around, and he had no choice but to drop him, wrap an arm around his neck, and send him back to sleep. There was an art to this. He wanted to knock him unconscious, not kill him. It had been a long time since he had done this.
As the elevator doors came around, he checked the guy’s pulse, happy to see he hadn’t fucking killed him, not that it would have been much of a problem to him. That piece of shit deserved it. The kills that were registered on his body could all be innocent people for all he knew.
Picking him up again, it was a miracle no one had stopped him by now. With him over his shoulder, he called to Bernice and marveled at how good this dog was, and no one had wanted her at the shelter, other than Ava. Some humans were pieces of shit. The human race never failed to surprise him with what they were capable of.
Knocking on Ava’s door, he waited. He was not going to bring this asshole in.
The door opened and Ava stood in a robe with a smile that quickly dropped when she saw him.
“Pat, what’s going on?”
“I don’t have time for questions. I need you to grab my keys, my cut, and my cell phone. This is not what I planned for our breakfast, but I’ll talk to you about it later, okay? I need you to trust me. Do not call the cops, Ava, do you hear me?”
Her eyes were wide, but she scrambled into her apartment. This was going to be a damn hard test. The club business hadn’t really touched Ava. She had seen the aftermath and dealt with his instructions, but this was new. If she called Dylan, made a fuss, then it was simply over for the two of them. He knew this. It was a risk he didn’t want to take right now, but he had to. She trusted him with her body, and she was going to have to trust him with this.
She brought him back everything he asked for.
“What is going on?” she asked.
“I can’t tell you, but you need to do as I ask.” He dropped the guy onto the floor, put on his leather cut, then lifted him in his arms again. “Go to your mom’s fabric store. I’ll be by later. I promise.”
He looked at her, and he wanted to kiss her so badly. He couldn’t stand the thought of her rejecting him, flinching, so he grabbed the guy that had been about to attack him and headed out.
Bernice stayed behind, and Pat left Ava. He heard her apartment door close even before he stepped onto the elevator.