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She saw the handcuffs and felt the tears rush to her eyes. She screamed at herself in her mind not to be a woman that breaks down crying when handcuffed. That’s when Slade stepped in. The biker grabbed the handcuffs right from the cop’s hands!
“No,” Slade said.
He was ordering the cop around?
“She just attacked you,” the cop said. “And she—”
“Her sister is the one who got shot,” Slade said. “And her sister is the one who was shot at the pizza place. Get your fucking hands off her right now, Chief.”
Chief?
Slade is talking to the Chief of Police like this?
Nelle caught herself swallowing hard. And maybe tightening her inner thighs a little. It was hard to deny that it was a little bit sexy to see a biker overthrowing a man of the law like this…
“Take your cuffs and walk away,” Slade said. “I’ll handle her. She’s been through enough.”
“If you’re the only surviving sister, then you and I need to have a talk soon,” Chief said to Nelle.
“Back the fuck off, Dick,” Slade said in a deeper voice.
His commands worked. But now Nelle had to face Slade. Aside from that quick littlebad boyshow there… Slade touched his jaw and the left corner of his mouth. There was a little bit of blood on his fingertips.
“She’s dead,” Nelle whispered. “And you’re here again. That’s twice.”
“Correction, sweetheart,” Slade growled. “I wasn’t around when your first sister got popped.”
Nelle growled and swung again. Slade caught her fist in midair. It was like some cheap fight scene in a movie. Slade’s massive, bear paw style hand swallowed Nelle’s fist up with ease.
“The first one I’ll let go,” Slade said. “Do not hit me again, Nelle.”
“Fuck you,” Nelle said. “Fuck you and all your biker friends.”
“You think we had anything to do with this?” Slade asked.
Nelle opened her mouth, ready to spit acid-like fire at the biker in front of her. The world kept collapsing around her though. She had learned a long time ago how to harness adrenaline and use it properly.
The adrenaline allowed her to get out of bed, get changed, get her car keys, and drive sanely back to town. The adrenaline allowed her to find a police officer, tell him who she was and then get information about Calista’s death. The adrenaline allowed her to see Slade and walk up to the gigantic biker and punch him in the face.
But now… the adrenaline suddenly hit zero. The tank was empty. The gut punch realization of life settled in. Hard. Fast.
Thalia? Shot to death.
Calista? Shot to death.
Were these bikers killing her sisters one by one? Nelle knew the answer to that. Because Nelle already knew the truth… in a way… It wasn’t the bikers that killed her sisters.
‘They’killed her sisters.
The same ones who made Nelle’s childhood terrifying.
Nelle sort of remembered passing out. She remembered staring into Slade’s eyes. And then it felt like she was falling into his eyes. His eyes kept getting bigger and she kept getting smaller. Then it was darkness.
Even when she opened her eyes, it was still darkness. Well, sort of. She woke to movement. Her body rocked side to side, gently. Her eyes adjusted a little. For some reason she expected to be tied up or chained up.
They found me and took me!
She touched her chest, looking for a heartbeat. It was there. Thumping hard and fast. Nelle sat up and realized she was in the back of a van. Unsecured. An empty van too. No tools or seats or anything like that. Just a hard floor that made her neck now hurt.
