Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Most men would have rolled, attempted to get their fingers under the wire, and get trapped as a result, but not Domino. He manages to avoid falling and shoots up so rapidly I end up jumping on his back so the garotte doesn’t slip from my hands. He turns left then right, trying to reach me as he gurgles, thick neck tense. Maybe this is what bull riding feels like? The stray thought is gone the moment Domino backs away, and my shoulders slam into a wall.
Normally, I would have ignored the pain and just born it until he was out of breath, but the jolt in the shoulder I dislocated is so sudden it goes all the way down my arm, and I can’t even hold the garotte in that hand.
I let go, fall to the floor, and Domino stumbles to the side. I grab his leg to topple him, but by the time I realize what he’s really doing, it’s too late.
He’s grabbing his gun.
I reach for mine.
Domino glares my way and points his iron at Angel who freezes behind me with a dull sob.
“Don’t even think about it,” Domino growls through bloodied teeth. “Slide the gun over here, or the little bitch is dead.”
I clench my jaw, but what choice do I have? I still have the knife he doesn’t know about, but I do as he says.
His boot rests on my firearm, and he grins. “I knew you wouldn’t risk him. He’s got your patches after all. It’s so pathetic. You thought that would protect him? He made a deal with me, and his ass is mine until I’m done with him. But you’re gonna rot for coming here. I’ll bury you so deep no one will ever find you.”
Angel’s voice trembles as he speaks, covering his naked form with the threadbare blanket resting on the floor next to the mattress. “How do you think he found us, huh? I’ve got a tracker under my skin. His whole club will be here soon.” He swallows, wiping away fresh tears as confidence in this bluff settles in. “You could kill both of us and you’re still dead, but you can make a deal. Leave us alone for good. Go nomad and leave so we don’t have to see your face again.”
My heart breaks along with his voice when his shoulders tremble, and while I itch to feel Domino’s blood on my hands for the black eye he gave Angel, and all the distress he caused, I can lie too.
“Just think about it. I fucking hate you, but the last thing I want is another war. Unless you fuck off, we will both be dead by the end of this, so give up already and go. You can even keep your fucking secret,” I add, because the last thing Domino would want is for word to get out that he fucks men.
Domino’s jaw tightens, and I can almost see his two brain cells trying to find each other as he thinks. It’s the hum of several motorcycles outside that finally helps him process. Angel may have bluffed about the tracker, but I do have one.
Domino lowers his gun, looks at me and opens his mouth to speak, but I’m having none of it. As soon as his weapon is down, I make my move, swift like an axe thrown his way. I hit his hand from below making his gun aim up his jaw, and push on his finger so he pulls the trigger.
His features crumble right before my eyes, eyes bulging as one of them pops beyond his eyelid. The top of his forehead opens in an explosion of brain and bone, some of it landing on my face as I shove him away.
I thought the moments after the murder of my aunt had been terrifying, but nothing can compare to the dread of knowing Angel was not yet safe. I attempt to keep him away from the dirt Domino left on me, but it’s no use, because he’s already straddling me, cheek pressed to mine, as if there was nothing revolting about the gore covering my face.
“You came… I knew you would,” he whimpers, curling up on top of me.
I grab hold of him despite the ache in my shoulder, and squeeze him. I want to crawl inside his ribcage and sleep there for two days. His nakedness only makes me more protective. He seems so fragile and breakable. I hate every new bruise on his body.
But he says he trusted me. It fills my heart with so much love not even the pool of blood growing on the floor can stain it.
“Of course I did. Too late. He hurt you. I heard you scream.” I have to bite my cheek to stop the tears forming under my eyelids.