Never Look Back (Redemption Hills #3) Read Online A.L. Jackson

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Redemption Hills Series by A.L. Jackson
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 142783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
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I shouted with everything I had as I slid into the leather seat on one side.

“Help! Please.” Frantically, I smacked my palms against the glass.

Jarek climbed in. “Shut your fucking mouth.”

Two doors slammed shut and the car jolted forward, the tires squealing as we peeled from the lot.

I banged both palms against the glass as if I could break free.

The low, sinister laughter that curled through the limousine made my head whip around to find another man I hadn’t realized was there.

Haille Manchief sat across from me with a smug smile on his pompous face. His head was cocked to the side, studying me as if I were the most interesting element in this twisted-up game. “Ah, there you are. I thought you were going to prove interesting.”

He took his attention from me and set it on Jarek who raged beside me.

“He’ll come. Just wait. It is done.”

FORTY-FIVE

LOGAN

Agonized violence burned a hole through the middle of me. I stormed back into the kitchen. Unable to sit. Unable to think. Prisoner to the torment that clawed through my insides.

I nearly choked on the sight of the half-made cookies where Aster had left them. Seized by the rage, I grabbed the metal mixing bowl and threw it across the room. It smashed against the wall and clattered to the floor.

“Logan, man.” Jud’s voice was low and sympathetic where it fell over me from behind, and I pressed my hands to the counter and dropped my head between my shoulders in an effort to get it under control.

My brother set his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it tight. “We’re going to get her back, man, promise you.”

My heart ping-ponged against my ribs.

My vision red.

The fury blinding.

“I can’t—” The words cracked in my throat as another wave of desperation slammed me.

It didn’t matter that I’d already known she was gone, that I’d known it the second I stepped into the frayed, oppressive air her spirit had left behind, I’d searched every inch of the building.

It had taken my brothers less than fifteen minutes to come storming through my busted apartment door after I’d called, sure that monster had taken her.

Where, was the problem.

We’d already gone to the hotel where he’d been staying. It’d only taken a stack of cash to get it out of the receptionist that he’d checked out three days ago.

Torment howled through my body, and I pulled myself from where I was sagged against the counter and raged back across the floor, both hands dragging through my hair like it could tame what ate me alive.

Aggression.

Violence that streaked.

I needed to keep them. Rein them until they could be unleashed.

“Logan,” Trent said, approaching me like he was approaching a rabid animal.

It wasn’t far off.

“I have to get to her.” It was a rasp.

Hatred.

Fear.

Agony.

A dangerous cocktail that was going to blow.

“Knew that prick wasn’t goin’ to stand down. Was clear as day last night. He’s out for something.”

“For my girl. I shouldn’t have left. God. I shouldn’t have left.”

I dropped to my knees on the rug, gutting weakness taking me over.

I shouldn’t have left.

I clutched the hollow ache that moaned in my chest. “If something happens to her…”

To them.

Nausea spun.

“We’ll find her,” Trent promised as he came to crouch in front of me. I’d rambled everything I could give them when they’d first shown, confessing everything I’d held onto for years.

“Do you have details? Any clue? Could he be headed back to Los Angeles?”

I shifted onto my butt, leaning against the couch and blinking through the turbulence that narrowed my sight.

“Possibly. If he was going to use her against her father?” My head shook as I searched for an answer. “I don’t fucking know.”

The only thing I knew was I was going to destroy him.

And if he hurt her?

My ribs flared as I drew in a ragged breath.

I flew to my feet when there was suddenly a commotion at the door that gaped open.

Trent did, too, and Jud raced over to take up my side.

Only it was a young woman who stepped through. “Hello?”

A tatted-up biker followed her in, all kinds of protective and wearing a cut with a patch that said Demon’s Day.

Trent fucking hissed, and both he and Jud stepped forward, a sharp edge riding their demeanors as they stared down a man that rode for what had been our club’s mortal enemy.

Trent and Jud spread out, filling the space with their distrust and animosity.

In a stupor, I tried to make sense of the woman standing there.

“Taylor? Is that you?”

I didn’t know if it was relief or panic that struck me at the sight of her.

I hadn’t seen Aster’s sister since she was twelve. A child. She was now a woman. Her hair and eyes were close to the same color as Aster’s, although she was a couple inches taller and curvier.



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