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Chapters (45)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Contents
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Acknowledgments
  45. About the Author

But with every mile of highway that passed under the wheels of the truck, her chances at freedom ebbed away. For the first time Jewel thought that maybe it would have been better if Mick had killed her. Dying of thirst in the shed might have been a better end than what awaited her at the end of this journey. She thought of all the things she’d been forced to do over the last six months. Could she do this for years and years? Or was she better off dead?

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Moving in, Brody caught the punch early, wrapped both hands around the thick wrist, and twisted the biker’s hand into a wristlock. Applying pressure, he forced Mr. Big onto his knees. Then Brody angled his body to keep the biker’s two friends in his line of sight.

“Help me out, assholes,” Mr. Big called. His buddies lunged toward Brody.

He swung around to use Big’s body as a barrier. The friends split up, circling around to attack Brody from either flank. Shit. Shit. Shit. The one on the left reached into his back pocket. The overhead light gleamed off a knife blade.

Brody dropped Big’s wrist and backed up to gain distance. He reached for his gun. Before the barrel cleared the holster, something moved in Brody’s peripheral vision. A cue stick arced through the air. Crack! The end struck the biker’s knife hand. The weapon hit the floor and slid across the wide planks.

Hannah stepped out of the shadow. She held the cue stick in a wide grip with both hands. The biker lunged at her. Twisting the staff, she caught him across the temple with the tip. His knees buckled, and he face-planted on the floor. Man number two moved toward her.

No! Brody’s vision tunneled.

“Watch out!” Brody cleared his gun from the holster, but the only man he had a clear line on was Mr. Big, who was climbing to his feet. The huge biker stood between Brody and the man threatening Hannah. “Freeze! Police!”

Mr. Big raised both hands in the air. Not helping.

“Get on the floor!” Brody circled around. Fear gripped his insides. Why didn’t she stay outside? She was going to get hurt.

Her gaze was focused as she spun to face the new threat. She turned the stick ninety degrees to vertical and whipped the butt end upward right between the second man’s legs. Shock saucered his eyes. He dropped to his knees, clutching his groin with both hands, and went over like a pine tree.

Stunned, Mr. Big froze halfway to the floor. “That was hot.”

“Holy crap,” Todd said from the doorway.

Sirens wailed. The door opened, and two uniforms came in. Brody holstered his gun and circled his finger in the air around the three bikers. “Handcuffs all round.”

Officer Lance Kruger cuffed Mr. Big and took the arrest information from Brody.