Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
“So am I.” I didn’t mean that arrogantly. It was just a fact. I could and would protect her from that man.
Coby’s eyes were wide with horror as she shook her head. “Not like him. You’re not a monster.”
Malcolm was suddenly filling the seat across from me.
The remaining seat across from Coby became occupied as well, and I sized up the grim-faced guard before glancing at Coby, who was doing the same.
The air was alive with Malcolm Kilpatrick’s poison as the limo promptly drove away.
“You must forgive my bad manners,” Malcolm said as he cut the end of a cigar and lit it. “My son has always been defiant, but I believe I underestimated the lengths he’d go to challenge my patience.” With his gaze pinned on Coby, who was shrinking against the seat, he said, “I’m afraid he’s misled you.”
“Misled me?” Coby parroted.
“My son is already engaged to marry someone of my choosing—someone den fhuil1. So you see… You cannot be allowed to marry my son. He will wed Niamh next week, and I’m afraid you will be used to set an example.”
“Last we checked, your son is a grown man,” I said. “I’m sure he can marry whoever he wants.”
“My son’s pet will not speak unless spoken to,” Malcolm barked.
“Who the hell is Niamh?” I asked as if he hadn’t spoken.
“His cousin,” Coby said hoarsely. Horror was written all over her face, which had paled. “Niamh is his cousin. She’s just a fucking kid.”
Ewwwww.
Suddenly, it felt as if I had just landed in the middle of a trailer park soap opera.
It was too disturbing to watch.
“Wow, you’re even nuttier than I thought,” I taunted. I whipped my head toward his goon. “And what the fuck are you looking at?”
The henchman lunged for me.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get to use the super cool defensive move that Abel had taught me.
Because Coby was there.
I marveled at how fast she had to move to get one of her heels in hand before he could grab me. The goon screamed as Coby embedded the sharp five-inch heel into his ear. I felt the warm spray of his blood after I unsheathed my knife and drove it through his chin to shut him up.
The divider behind us lowered, and a gun appeared, but I quickly disarmed the goon in the front seat by snapping his wrist in two moves.
Thanks, Abel.
I was still holding on to the henchman’s arm when my gaze met Malcolm’s thunderous one. I only hesitated the second it took me to remember that he was Ocean’s father. And then I remembered the disgusting shit he was trying to force his son into.
Fuck it.
I kicked out and drove my boot into his stupid face. Malcolm’s head snapped back, and his old ass slumped against the seat. Blood gushed from his crooked nose, but he was knocked out cold.
The limo suddenly swerved, and the driver slammed on the brakes. I didn’t have to question whether he was armed, too.
I was reaching for my gun to take care of him when Coby screamed my name. “Hunter!” She flung open the door and grabbed my hand. “Forget it! Let’s go!”
Even though I really wanted to spill more Fola blood, I didn’t fight her as she pulled me from the car.
Together, we darted down the street, but we weren’t alone.
Tires squealed behind us. When I looked back, it was a familiar lone Denali cutting away from the rest of the traffic to race after us. The rest of Malcolm’s goons were too busy rushing toward the limo to check on the Boss to bother with us.
Cutting down a side street, I pulled Coby behind me, but that damn SUV was closing in fast as I led us both down a narrow alley. It was wide enough for the Denali to fit un-fucking-fortunately, so I picked up the pace. Believing we were pinned, the truck slowed as Coby and I approached what appeared to be a dead end.
I knew better.
The Blood mafia might have ruled Black Veil, but the streets were my playground.
Coby and I barreled full speed ahead, aiming for the hairline crack in the fence. If you didn’t know it was there, you’d miss it. It was a favored escape route amongst my fellow degenerates, but it was the first time I’d used it to evade someone other than the cops.
The driver of the Denali beeped the horn to get our attention, and I could feel Coby’s steps slowing from her confusion.
Cursing, I tugged her forward before she could stop.
Pushing aside the broken chain link, I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until Coby slipped through the fence without looking behind her.
“Keep going!” I shouted when she stopped to wait for me.
Coby’s adrenaline was rushing too fast to question my reasons. She kept going, and I watched her round the corner before following.