Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
He holds his gun up, and it’s pointed right at her, square in the face, and she still doesn’t back down. She just yells, “You might as well shoot me because there is no way in hell I’m marrying you!”
When she says that, I turn to look at Hunter, who just nods at me, and I stand back and kick in the door. The cheap lock gives way, and the frame of the wooden door breaks off. My arms are locked on my weapon, and I look at Tommy, who turns to me and takes a shot, hitting my left arm. I feel the burning and heat coming from being shot, but I don’t stop. I stumble back just a touch, and then her voice fills the room as she yells, “Nooooooooo!
I look at him, and if I didn’t have any witnesses, I would put a bullet right between his fucking beady little eyes. “Should have shot my right side, motherfucker,” I tell him, and I fire my shot. It hits him right in the shoulder, and his arm jerks back, and the gun falls to the floor with a loud clunk. I run to her as men with their weapons drawn survey the room. Each has their own mission as they secure the house and make sure another threat isn’t in the house.
“Are you okay?” I ask, going to the ropes around her waist first as my heart returns to normal. Seeing the gun drawn and pointed at her, I felt my heart stop, my breathing stop; everything in me stopped, and the only thing I could do was get to her. She looks down at me, her eyes finding mine. Even with all the commotion around us, her eyes never leave mine. “Baby,” I say once the ropes around her waist are loose.
“We told you to stay back,” Jake hisses at me, and I don’t even pay attention to him. The only thing I’m looking at is her.
She turns her head when she hears Hunter’s voice coming from somewhere close. “You’re lucky he let you keep your balls.” He’s squatting in front of Tommy. “Stupid bastard, you think you could touch her, and he wouldn’t do anything?” He shakes his head, laughing. Two uniformed cops are around him. One sits him up while the other one cuffs him, and he winces out in pain. “Pussy,” Hunter mumbles.
“Are you hurt?” I ask her, and now she turns to me and sobs. I grab the knife from my thigh and cut the duct tape from her wrists. She flies into my arms; her arms go around my neck, and she buries her face in my neck, crying. My arms go around her waist. “Baby, I need to cut the tape from your feet,” I say quietly to her, and she just shakes her head. “I promise you that you can come back into my arms. Just let me get you free.” She slowly leans back and then looks at my arm that has been leaking blood, but I ignored it until I got to her. I look down at where her eyes are and see that a small puddle has formed.
“We need a paramedic!” she shouts and then starts to cry again, looking around for someone to pay attention to her, but everyone is busy doing their own thing. I reach for her face and cup one side, and she winces. I can finally see the swelling from where Tommy hit her and a small gash on her cheek. “Someone get him help.”
“It’s a flesh wound,” I say to her and finally cut off the duct tape from her feet. Standing up, I pick her up and carry her out of the house. The whole place is now lit up, and I see twenty cop cars, all parked with their headlights aimed at the cabin and all the lights shining on us. Two ambulances are waiting with the paramedics sitting on the back of the ambulance. The doors open, a gurney is inside. “I think she needs stitches on her cheek,” I tell them, and she just shakes her head while they move to the side. I step into the ambulance and place her gently on the gurney, then move out of the way for the girl paramedic to come in and check her cheek.
She doesn’t even make it to her, pushing her hand aside, and saying, “He got shot.” She points at me while one paramedic fixes her and the other pulls up my sleeve.
“It just grazed you,” he says to me, “but you’re going to need stitches.” I go and sit next to Kellie, holding her hand in mine.
“You are both going in,” the paramedic says. “Are you going together?”
I look at her and say, “She doesn’t go anywhere without me.” The guy nods at me, and they both jump out of the back. After shutting the door, he blares the sirens as we make our way to the hospital.