Havok: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance - Riley Rollins Page 0,88
blazing over the city blocks and shattering the quiet Saturday night of Coppertail, my heart pounded in my chest. If they'd gotten to her first...
When I finally pulled onto her street, I saw an unmarked van parked on the street opposite to her house. A van like that didn't belong in Coppertail.
"Fuck!" I yelled, pounding my fist against the handlebars. I locked the bike's front and back brakes with my right hand and foot, the bike's rear wheel squealing and fishtailing as I skidded to a stop, nearly going off the road into a ditch.
I swung the kickstand out hard, and leapt off my bike. I ran toward the house, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Finally, for the first time in days, the perpetual hangover feeling in my head lifted completely. I felt fucking alive and ready for action. This was Axl fucking Archer in his natural state.
I bounded up the steps to the front door of the house and tried the handle. Locked. The front door was undisturbed. If they'd already busted in, they'd done it a different way.
I raced back down the stairs and around the side of the house—and that's when I heard the ruckus coming from an upstairs bedroom.
Shit. They were inside and they'd gotten to her first.
My brain and body finally firing on all cylinders, I urgently scanned the side of the house and willed a solution to come to me. And it did, like I knew it would. I thrived under pressure.
The tree. I scrambled up the branches, hoisting my weight up from limb to limb until I came face-to-face with the upstairs window. The scene I saw inside fucking enraged me, setting every fiber of my being on fire. Holly was sitting on the edge of her bed, her hands bound behind her back, a cloth gag stuffed in her mouth. Two men stood over her, one of them typing into the glowing screen of a cell phone.
I'd been in this lifestyle long enough to know that her being bound and gagged was a good thing. If these two fucks aimed to hurt her, they would've done it already. They wanted her alive, and that gave me the opening I needed.
I dropped down from the tree, not taking the time to descend the way I'd come up. My ankles and knees seared in pain as they absorbed the impact of my fall, but I gritted my teeth and ignored the pain. I sprinted back across the street where I'd parked my bike. I grabbed the handlebars and kicked out with my foot to retract the kickstand. Then, I shoved my bike backwards, letting it fall out of sight into the ditch behind the road. Normally I'd go fucking livid at the thought of my bike dropping, but with Holly's life on the line, I didn't need to think twice. My bike tipped over with a crash, out of sight.
I darted over to the van, crouching down on the side facing away from Holly's house. I reached into my boot and pulled my knife out of its sheath—I couldn't fire my damn Glock on a quiet night in a neighborhood full of families.
I gripped my knife hard, and I waited. Tonight was lights out for those Reaper fucks.
14
Holly
My heart pounded as I sat on the edge of my bed with my hands tied and my mouth gagged. I'd fought them as hard as I could. I'd gotten out from under the tall one's grip, and bitten his hand until I felt the tendons crunch between my teeth. I'd turned my head afterward, preparing for a retaliatory blow to my head, but it hadn't come.
The reply, which came through gritted teeth, was worse: "Fucking try that again, and we go find everyone else in this house."
I was scared to death, but no matter what happened to me, I wasn't going to let my parents get involved in this. No matter how angry they made me sometimes, they didn't deserve this. So I shut my mouth and let them tie me up.
After I was bound, the one whose hand I bit pulled out his phone, his palm wrapped in a white t-shirt from my dresser. He tapped on it for a few seconds and then waited. Neither man spoke until the phone buzzed in reply a minute later. He read the message on the phone and then said, "Anyone else awake in this house?"