Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
There were no sounds, no clues as to how many people they were going to encounter. He took the chance, getting to his feet and kicking the door open, holding out his weapon.
The stench inside the house was disgusting. There was no one clear smell, just reeking of death. It was then he realized he may have to be the one to tell Raven her husband was dead. He hadn’t realized he might have to do that.
Anger consumed him, filled him with rage that he hadn’t figured Carlos wouldn’t just abandon his wife, even with their stupid bet being known.
Big Dick looked around at the decaying house. Everything was covered in thick layers of mud. Cobwebs were everywhere, and floorboards were missing. The cold was starting to seep into the house.
As he entered the kitchen, he looked around and he just knew. The Twisted Bastards MC were sick fucks. They would put Carlos in the basement. He opened the door, pulled out his cell phone, lighting up the flashlight, and straight down the stairs he saw Carlos chained up, his face bruised, and he also saw a couple of rats.
“Carlos, man, it’s me,” Big Dick said. “I’m going to fire, get them rats away.” He fired with no aim at Carlos, and the noise scared the rats, and they scuttled away.
Carlos moaned. Big Dick shined the flashlight on the man’s face, and saw the Twisted Bastards MC had done a number on him.
“Hey,” Carlos said.
And he didn’t need to look in the man’s mouth to know he’d been given some dental treatment. There was also dried blood on his face.
“I’ve got you.”
“They’re not coming back,” Carlos said. “They left me here to die. I didn’t give them shit.”
“Holy shit,” Brick said.
Kinky joined the sentiment.
“I look like shit, don’t I?” Carlos asked.
“You’ll be all right.”
They would fix Carlos, but Twisted Bastards MC’s days were fucking numbered.
Chapter Eleven
A broken jaw.
Fractured ribs.
Four teeth removed.
Fingers smashed.
A leg broken.
Multiple stab wounds.
Badly beaten.
Rat bites.
Raven looked into the hospital room and stepped inside. It had been a couple of days, and she went to him, but she didn’t dare touch him. He also was suffering from the cold, as well as dehydration. The doctors had said if he could make it through the next couple of days, then everything would be okay. It had been twenty-four hours, but she knew that wasn’t a true indicator.
“Hey,” Carlos said.
Both his hands were bound up, but she touched a piece of his flesh at his upper arm that didn’t have any bruises and wasn’t covered.
“Hey,” Raven said.
“I’m so fucking sorry about that bet. I was coming back home to fix it.”
“Shut up. I think getting the crap beat out of you and left to be eaten by rats qualifies you as forgiven. I mean, I forgive you, but Larissa is a whole other story.”
“I fucked up.”
“I know.”
“I am so sorry.”
“I know.” She looked at him. “You don’t have to say anything.”
He licked his lips. “I did it for them.”
Raven frowned. “What?”
“You’ve seen the way Big Dick is. He doesn’t even realize that he is constantly watching her. He is always watching her. I had to do something to give him that extra push. I did it wrong.”
“You were playing matchmaker?”
“Yeah, but I think I suck at it.”
“You certainly went about it the wrong way,” Raven said. “Rest.” She had been so angry with him when she saw that video, that all she wanted to do was yell at him, to lash out.
When Sebastian had told her he hadn’t arrived, and he’d come back to her, she’d been so scared. She could have lost him. She was not going to be angry at him, for being ... him.
She got to her feet and delicately leaned over him, pressing her lips to his. “I love you,” she said. “Even if you are a shit matchmaker.”
He chuckled and groaned. “I love you too.”
****
One Month Later
Big Dick walked into the Hell’s Bastards MC clubhouse, and he felt fucking fantastic. He hadn’t caught Cadeon, nor his little posse of Twisted Bastards MC, but what he had been able to do since locating Carlos, was comb the area and find three of their hiding places, which he had torched. Slowly, he was closing in.
Cadeon also hadn’t been in touch, and with his phone now useless, he knew there was a risk of the bastard lashing out, but it didn’t matter. He was ready for him. No matter what it was, he was ready to take him on.
Glancing around the clubhouse, he scrunched up his nose, because the place looked like Halloween had vomited all over it.
“What the fuck is going on?” he asked, moving toward the bar where Kinky was sitting.
“Carlos is out of the hospital. Abriana and Ugly Beast are taking care of the kids, and they thought it would be good for Carlos to have a coming-home party.”