Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
He could’ve been at either Kyra’s parents’ or her brother’s. Because she mentioned moving back to Shadow Valley so she’d have her family’s help and support.
He’d go to her parents’ house next. Hopefully they hadn’t moved in the past four years.
As he twisted Black Betty’s throttle and roared down the street, it hit him that it might not be the smartest decision to confront her at her family’s place.
Fuck it. He’d been known to step in shit.
Often.
If nothing else, he could do a drive-by and see if her cage was there.
In less than five minutes, he was on her parents’ block. He let off the throttle and coasted past the house. Of course, he and his sled stood out like a flashing beacon in suburbia-land.
What-fucking-ever. He had every right to be on a public road.
Even so, her white Sportage wasn’t parked in front of their house. No cages were.
Goddamn it.
He’d only been to her brother’s house once before and it was over six years ago for a barbecue. He couldn’t remember where the fuck he lived, but someone else might know, and if she didn’t, she had the methods to find out.
He pulled over to the curb, yanked out his cell phone, and called Vi.
“What?”
He frowned at her annoyed greeting. “Kyra’s brother…”
“Yeah?”
“Where’s he live?”
“Why?”
A muscle in his jaw jumped. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ! Don’t answer my question with another fuckin’ question, answer the one I asked!”
She cackled into the phone. “You don’t get to order me around, cuz.”
“You remember where he lives?”
“Of course I do.”
“Where?” he barked.
“What’s that information worth to you?”
“Are you fuckin’ serious, woman?” His fingers itched to strangle her.
A sigh filled his ear. “Hang on. I think the info’s still in my phone.”
“Hurry the fuck up!” he shouted.
“Holy shit! Do you think you’re in a position to make demands?”
“It’s important.”
“Why?”
“For fuck’s sake, Vi!” He scraped a hand through his hair, and by doing that, he was quickly reminded how fucked up it was when his fingers got snagged in tangles. If he had to cut his fucking hair to remove the knots, he’d be pissed.
Vi rattled off an address. He tried to memorize it, but to be safe… “Text it to me.”
“You owe me.”
“Whatever, Vi.”
A loud kissing sound filled his ear. “Love you, too, cuz.”
Holding the phone in a tight grip so he wouldn’t throw it, he stabbed the “End Call” button and stared at the screen. Two seconds later, a text popped up with the needed info.
He saved it to memory, tucked his phone back in his cut, and raced in that direction.
Zeke did a slow-roll past her brother’s house.
No fucking surprise she was there.
That meant Zeke’s son was also there. And that Ky’s brother was probably home.
He really didn’t want a confrontation with anyone in her family. Not if he wanted a chance to convince Kyra to give him a second shot.
In the cul-de-sac at the end of the street, Zeke did a one-eighty and headed back toward Rob’s house. It would be smarter to go back to Ky’s and wait for her there.
But it was goddamn hard to sneak out of the area when his Harley had straight pipes. While he loved the growl of his exhaust, it gave him no way to be stealthy. They probably heard him coming a fucking mile away.
Of course that meant Kyra and her brother now stood out front, watching him motor up the street.
Fuckin’ busted.
The guy’s house wasn’t an area where he’d be able to use the “just in the neighborhood” excuse. Fuck no. The only people who entered that housing development were people with a damn good reason to be there.
And his reason was glaring at him.
He shouldn’t stop. Not with her older brother standing next to her. Rob had never been fucking shy about how much he hated Kyra being with Zeke, so he was probably livid once he found out why Kyra ran away.
When he thought about it, Zeke was surprised Rob never paid him a visit after Kyra left. Zeke’s guess? Her brother probably wanted to hide the fact she was pregnant from him. Because if Zeke would’ve known, he would’ve relentlessly searched for Ky and been there when Ledger was born. Guaranteed.
That meant Rob could fuck right off. Zeke didn’t give a single fuck about what her brother thought of him.
But what Zeke wasn’t expecting was Rob to sprint into the street and make him swerve so sharply to avoid hitting him that he almost wiped out.
The second he skidded to a stop and swallowed his pounding heart back down into his chest, he was yanked off his sled by his cut and thrown to the ground.
Despite hearing his beloved Black Betty fall to the pavement, he didn’t take his eyes off the immediate threat.
“You fucking son of a bitch!”
Zeke ducked his head as a fist came flying. Unfortunately, before he could finish getting to his feet, a second swing made contact and snapped his head backward.