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)
No matter how many times she told Zeke that he didn’t need to watch Ledger every time she had to work a shift, that her parents or her brother were willing to help out, he ignored that and insisted Ledger be with him.
At least he was taking this parenting stuff seriously.
Ledger also really enjoyed spending time with not only his father, but Zeke’s parents, too. She swore Zeke was all he talked about. He was either chattering on about what they did together or what Zeke planned on doing with him.
Those two were now two peas in a pod. If Ledger wasn’t with her, he was with Zeke.
It both warmed her heart and worried her. Every day she feared that Zeke would get tired of being a father and stop spending so much time with him. Or he’d do something stupid and go back to prison. The man was on parole and it wouldn’t take much for him to violate it.
Either scenario would devastate Ledger.
Honestly, it would devastate her, too.
When Zeke wasn’t busy with his club brothers, he was hanging at her house, whether invited or not. He also insisted on helping her pack for the move to the farm that was scheduled for the upcoming weekend.
She was actually getting excited about the move. Vi had taken her through the cabin—with the current tenant’s permission, of course—and because it had been completely renovated more recently, it was so much nicer than her current rental. Add in the fact she didn’t have to pay rent and that Vi would be close by and the decision to move had become a no-brainer.
Plus, her neighbors on the farm would be so much better than her current ones.
“Okay, buddy. Are you going to help me bring in the groceries?”
Ledger nodded. “When’s Daddy comin’?”
She helped him climb out of the car. “I’ll drop you off on my way to work.”
Ledger gave her a blinding smile and clapped his hands. “Yay!”
She frowned when his smile disappeared and a confused look filled his face.
“What’s wr—”
She shrieked when a black fabric hood was pulled over her head and hands restrained her arms. Holy shit! What was happening? “Ledger!”
“Mommy?” he cried out.
She kicked out furiously, trying to make contact with the shins or crotch of whoever held her. “Let me go!” She jerked hard in an attempt to free herself, but whoever it was was clearly stronger.
“Can’t do that,” said a male voice. “Stay calm and everything will be okay.”
Stay calm and just let someone abduct them?
Hell to the no!
By catching her abductor off guard, she managed to jerk one arm free, curled her fingers into claws and swiped wildly at the bastard. She made contact with the man, making him yell, “Fucking bitch!”
A different male voice said, “We’re not going to hurt you, but if you hurt us, that might change. Get him out of here.”
“Don’t take my son!” she yelled, panic practically choking her.
“Don’t worry about him.”
Don’t worry? Were they crazy? Of course she was going to worry! “Fuck you. You’re going to regret this!” While she hated to curse around her son, it was warranted in this messed up situation.
Being kidnapped would certainly be more detrimental to her three-year-old than a freaking F bomb.
“That remains to be seen. Now…for our safety and yours, we’ll have to bind your wrists. It didn’t have to be this way.”
How many different men were there?
“Help!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs. “Call 911!” Maybe a neighbor was home. Hopefully someone would call the police. Or at least be a witness.
“Hurry up and let’s get her out of here before she draws too much attention.”
“Where are you taking me?” she screamed while struggling to try to break free. She shouted for help again.
“Figlio di puttana, this chick’s got a set of pipes on her. Maybe we need to duct tape her mouth,” another said as she felt the zip-tie biting into the skin of her wrists as it was tightened.
Oh shit.
Wait. What language did he use? Who were these men? Why did they want her? And Ledger?
It couldn’t be a rival MC. With few exceptions, bikers weren’t known to be bilingual unless you counted cursing.
Before she could figure it out, she was being jerked around and stuffed into a vehicle. She toppled over into what seemed to be the back seat of a large SUV and someone shoved her to the other side of the vehicle before climbing in after her.
“Who are you?” Of course she got no answer. “What do you want with us?”
Her heart was trying to jump out of her chest and her thoughts were spinning at warp speed. She swallowed her next scream because she didn’t want to freak out Ledger any more than he probably already was. Instead, she called out to him as gently as she could. “Ledger?”