Page 44 of Snagged By Hook

“Got it. She is at her place. Considering she might not be alone, call Carl back and tell him to hold tight. No use putting anyone else in danger.”

Carl’s number just rang and rang.

“I have a feeling that ship has already sailed, brother.”

“Let’s go,” Zombie ordered.

“I’ll make the calls,” Outlaw declared with his phone already to his ear.

Zombie, Hook, and Virus headed out.

NOVA

What in the hell had she been thinking?

In what world could she take on Brent and win? Nova hadn’t had the nerve to leave him when he started cheating. Nor the balls to run when he started bringing those women to their home and having debauched parties with other men while she worked, and his daughter was right next door.

At some point, Nova realized June was old enough to comprehend some of what was going on, no matter how hard she tried to shield her. Brent’s attitude toward them, and all women in general, was impacting her daughter, and that’s when she grew a pair.

Maybe that was the reason she stole away from Hook’s bed in the night and called Brent to meet her. She’d honestly thought she could win because it was for June.

How fucking stupid had she been? Realization set in. Nova was going to die in the abandoned home they’d shared together. Cowering and with her hands tied in the shirt she’d borrowed from Hook.

The blow to her head throbbed as she came back to her right mind. A drop of hot liquid landed on her cheek. She opened hereyes to see Brent with his blurry dick in hand and jerking off toward her face.

Immediately, she closed her eyes and sealed her mouth. She turned her head to the side and wanted to vomit.

“Uh, uh, uh.” He gripped her chin, the knife hilt bruising her jaw, turning her back to face his dick. “Open your mouth, bitch.”

Nova refused. With the knife in one hand against her face and the other pumping his cock, he couldn’t really force her compliance and hold on to both. He grunted in frustration and let out his release, coming on her cheek and neck.

Nova’s stomach rebelled, and she almost lost the fight to keep the contents where they belonged. She had to let her mind drift away as Brent tucked his dick back in his jeans, or she’d lose the battle not to puke for sure.

Hook.

How I wish things could’ve ended differently for us. You’re a good man who deserves to be loved. I pray you don’t lock your heart away again. Let the light in, or you’ll lose yourself to the darkness if you don’t.

June.

My sweet, not-so-little-anymore girl. I’m so sorry I left you; I love you more than all the stars in the sky. But you’ll have your Jeremy, and he’ll love you fiercely.

Even in this hell, her heart swelled thinking about the two people she loved.

“Tell me where that little bastard is, Nova.”

“You’re the one tracking her. Why don’t you tell me?” It wasn’t wise to goad him like that, but if he tracked her to the RBMC clubhouse, they’d kill him, and June would be safe. Problem solved.

Brent mumbled to himself about the tracker being in Nevada, then poof. He was not happy.

One of the guys must’ve taken the tracker across the state lines and destroyed it during the party. Nova couldn’t help but smile. June was safe, the guys would never let him near her.

“What are you smiling about?” He sounded cross.

Speaking of tracking, she looked around for her phone. She’d set it to record and still had it in her hand when he’d ambushed her. It must’ve fallen somewhere. She hoped it was still recording.

“Guess the tracking tag’s a bust.” Again, she questioned her sanity.

“I knew the little bitch wouldn’t keep her mouth shut.”

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