Page 141 of Ethan's Sky

Once outside, he walks me over to the back of an old silver van, his grip tight on my arm. The backdoor is cracked open, people are scurrying by most are focused on themselves or the ambulance pulling up to the building.

The ambulance showing up gives me hope that Jake and Declan will be coming out soon with Violet. If I can get away from this crazy bastard, which would be easier if I wasn’t in a dress or these damn heels, they’ll take care of the rest.

At the backdoor of the van, he shoves me forward. I trip over my shoes, catching myself on the corner of the van. I quickly kick off my heels and step to my left. My intention to run comes to a screeching halt as my assailant grabs me from behind. His forearm is pressing on my throat, the gun still firmly gripped in his hand. He doesn’t want to shoot me; his aim is to choke me out and carry my unconscious body away.

Not if I can help it.

I place my fingers between his arm and my neck, pulling him forward enough to drop my chin not giving him any space to lock his hold in. Dropping my weight like a rag doll, a move he’s not suspecting, I throw him over my shoulder, twisting his wrist as he goes. With my grip still on his wrist I’m able to take his gun from him, take two steps back and aim it at his head. Silently, I throw up a thank you to Walker, Cash, and Eli for everything they’ve taught me.

One side of the back door to the van swings open and the sight before me makes my blood run cold.

Spider.

He’s holding a gun, aimed at a lifeless little girl lying in the floor of the cargo van. My gun stays trained on his partner, but my eyes remain on the fragile life in front of me.

“You are a feisty one aren’t you, Miss Sinclair? I like them feisty. It’s always more rewarding when you break them.”

I should run. Scream.Shoot!Anything.

But I can’t seem to make myself do any of those things. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this situation, but I do know one thing; I can’t leave this defenseless little girl alone with these men.

Spider chuckles. “Now, Miss Sinclair, one of us is going to have to put down our weapon or pull the trigger. Of course, if you pull yours, then I’ll pull mine. It would be a shame to kill such a beautiful little girl because you wouldn’t cooperate. Wouldn’t you agree?”

My eyes land on the young redheaded girl passed out and tied up on the floorboard. I know he’s not bluffing. Spider couldn’t care less if we live or die, but he must know I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t help this poor child.

I can’t lose another child to these bastards. I won’t.

“Your friend was feisty. Emily, was it?” He grins when I narrow my eyes and glare at him for mentioning her name. He runs the barrel of his gun along the girl’s cheek. “The guilt of not being able to save an addict can last a long time, but the guilt of killing a child, now that’s a lifetime of suffering. You wouldn’t want to carry the burden of causing this child’s death, now would you, Miss Sinclair?’

Goon number two rolls to his knees and I wave the gun and shake my head. “Don’t.”

He sits on his haunches glaring at me.

My mind goes to the night Emily was killed. How she called me for help, but I couldn’t save her. I couldn’t reach her in time. Then losing the baby.Our baby.Because I wasn’t strong enough to fight back and save us both. It’s a burden I’ve carried with me for so long.Too long.

Those deaths weren’t my fault. I tried to save them, but I couldn’t. But this time it’s different. I have a choice, and the power to help this little girl. I have a family who will come looking for me and a man who will scorch the Earth until he has me in his arms again.

I don’t know who this little girl has in her life. If she has anyone looking for her. She may be alone in this world, a runaway, or an orphan. I have no idea. But what I do know, is now she has me.

I’m going to help her.

The club will help her.

Poor girl doesn’t know it yet, but she’ s just become a part of the Kings of Fury MC.

I drop the gun and goon two jumps to his feet snatching it from my hand.

“You’re going to get into the van, and we’re going to go for a ride.Now.”

The asshole grabs my arm, shoving me toward the van and dropping the gun low where it can’t be seen. There’s a commotion going on behind us, but I don’t look away from the little girl in the van, watching her breathe.

My mind races with thoughts of how many others there might be drugged and holed up somewhere. How many women and children whodon’thave my resources like The Kings to save them?

I voluntarily get into the van and sit on the floor near the girl.

He jumps in beside me, throws the door closed. I feel a pinch as something pierces my neck, and my whole world fades to black.

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