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)
He took hold of her hands, pressing them either side of her head, then he started to slowly make love to her. This time, he didn’t rush. Everything was slow, precise, and she felt every inch of him, whimpering as he pushed her over the edge.
At one point, he did stop, reaching between her spread thighs, and began to tease her clit, drawing her closer and higher toward that peak, and when he finally pushed her over the edge, she was more than ready for it.
Pat joined her moments after, and then she lay within his arms. He held her tightly. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he said.
She trusted him, believed in him, and knew no matter what, nothing bad was ever going to happen.
Chapter Twenty
The following evening, Pat glanced down at his watch to see how much time he had before he needed to get Ava. She’d already spent most of the morning with her mother and sister, and he stopped everything he was doing to take her to work. He didn’t want to ask his father for another favor, although he knew Doc didn’t have a problem with taking her home from work.
He had also been informed that Violet was the one who stayed up to give Doc a wave, before closing the door at night.
“Still no change?” Bull asked.
It was Rusty who spoke up. “No, no change. She’s still out of it, but the doctors believe this could be a good thing. The drugs have time to get out of her system.”
Rusty looked like shit. Lidia hadn’t woken up at the hospital. The doctors were monitoring her closely, and there was no reason she shouldn’t wake up. They were not entirely sure if it was a coma, or the body’s way of dealing with the trauma she experienced.
“Shit,” Rip said. “If she had woken up, we could have figured out who is making these attacks.”
“I’m fucking telling you, this is Ranford,” Grant said.
Everyone turned to look at Grant, who held his hands up in the air.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, you all fucking think that piece of shit is on our team because of what happened to his brother. If what Pat claims to be true actually is—”
“I don’t fucking lie,” Pat said.
“Then wouldn’t someone get so desperate to join forces with their enemy to get the body back?” Grant asked. “He’s the only one we knew who lived in this fucking town, without anyone knowing. He survived here, and now we’ve got people close to the club being picked off, one by fucking one.”
“The mother and kid were not,” Rusty said. “Neither was that mechanic fuck from out of town.”
“The cartel clearly got to them. There are always exceptions to the fucking rule. I say we hunt for Ranford, he’s our target.”
Pat was about to say something when an ear-piercing scream filled the air.
He was pretty sure his name had just been screamed. All the brothers looked at one another, reaching for their guns when the door to their church meeting swung open. Gaz was the first one inside and he looked pale.
“Pat, you need to come outside.”
He was on his feet without hesitation, making his way through the clubhouse, and the moment he stepped outside, what he saw scared the fucking shit out of him.
Ava was standing, her hands shaking, her entire body shaking. Tears streamed down her eyes, and he was pretty sure there was vomit on the ground. What also scared him was the fact she was covered in blood, and the sobs coming out of her throat were heartbreaking.
Pat moved, went in, and cupped her face, as he saw she was on the verge of a panic attack. The moment he touched her, she started to scream.
“Ava, baby, it’s me, it’s Pat. Look at me.” She was starting to hyperventilate. He was aware of the whole club watching them. “Baby,” he said. This time, he did so with a forceful growl.
The harshness seemed to do the trick, as she suddenly stopped screaming and looked at him. Her voice was high-pitched and wobbled at the same time.
“He ... he killed her...” Ava said.
“What?”
“I ... we were not open yet, and I was helping Lauren. She was running behind. She had been on a date, and she really liked him.” Ava laughed, but it wasn’t an entertaining sound. “She asked me to go to the fridge, she looked so happy.” Ava burst into tears. “That was when it happened. They just ... I heard them through the fridge. I don’t know if Lauren locked me in it, or if she ... oh, God, if she fell against it.” Ava was shaking so badly. “She’s dead. I had to get out of the fridge. She was there, dead on the floor.” Ava began to sob. “Lauren is dead. She is dead. How did this happen?”