Brick's Fight (Infernal Sons MC #5) - Carol Dawn Page 0,30

he works in whatever Sons owned business needed help that day. He calls himself a drifter.

Ink and Trigger are around here somewhere.

“Did you hear about Bella?” Brick’s mom, Sherry, asks.

“What about her?” I ask, concerned.

“They’re going to induce her in a couple of days because her blood pressure won’t stay regular,” she says. “They said that it wasn’t anything to be concerned for at the moment because her vitals are fine, but it seems to fluctuate every few days.”

“How is the baby?”

Bella came over a few times that first month I arrived here. So, it’s been a while since I’ve talked to her.

We did learn that she was having a little baby boy, though.

“He seems to be doing fine,” Sherry tells me. “The doctor is just a little concerned that things could change if her blood pressure drops again.”

I nod and continue cutting the apple I plan to eat. Luckily Bella is already thirty-five weeks along, so the baby should be able to breathe independently once he’s born.

Jim walks into the kitchen and sits down at the island beside me.

“Do you think it would be alright to take a walk along the horse's trail?” I ask him.

“You could ask Steve to take you for a ride, if you want,” Jim suggests.

I like Steve. He’s one of the farmworkers, but I’m feeling antsy and really need to be alone.

I also know that no one is going to let that happen. So, I make a decision that I might later regret. Nodding my head, I walk outside and head towards the barn where Steve usually works.

When I know I’m out of eyesight from the house and any workers, I make my way to the backside of the barn and straight to the horse trail leading into the woods.

Brick isn’t going to be happy, but I’ll deal with that later. I just really need some time alone.

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It took me about thirty minutes to make it to the top of the trail. This place is so beautiful. Brick’s parents live in the most country looking section of Lebanon that I’ve ever seen.

The trail stops at the top of a steep hill where all you can see are neighboring farmlands and trees. This is my favorite spot.

Laying down on the ground, I removed my sunglasses and place them beside me before closing my eyes. I absolutely love the quiet sound of nature. Ten minutes and I’ll make my way back down to the house. Maybe, I’ll even beat Brick home.

However, before I even have a chance to fully relax, I hear something rustle behind me.

I remember Brick once telling me that there were coyotes in these woods but that they usually don’t come anywhere near the farms.

Then again, I’m not near the farm at the moment.

With my heart in my throat, I get up and briskly make my way back down the trail.

Lesson learned. Don’t take the trail alone, especially when you have no idea how to fight off a coyote.

I make it about halfway when I hear it again. The thought of being attacked by an animal had me in a panic, but nothing could have prepared my body for the fear that slammed through me when I heard a cough. A human cough.

My brain is screaming to run, but every time I try, my knees give out, and I fall.

“Do you know how long we’ve been out here waiting for you?”

That voice. It sounds so familiar, but I can’t figure out why.

“I have something for you, little bunny. Something that will make you feel so good.”

Little bunny. That’s the name that my abductor called me the night he took me from my father’s house. The same name that he called me every time he drugged me.

With a renewed strength, I jump up and start running. I run as fast as I can down the trail. My lungs hurt from not being able to take a deep breath in, but I can’t stop. I have to keep moving.

I hear the heavy footfalls of the man running behind me, causing me to push harder. I have to make it back.

There is it—the farm. I feel elated at the sight and take a deep breath in to scream. Someone is bound to hear me. But before I can finish my inhale, I’m grabbed from behind and slammed to the ground.

“Just a pinch, you little bitch.”

I kick and fight as hard as I can, but I can’t win. He’s too strong.

Then I feel it. The pinch of