Holding On (Ruthless Sinners MC #2) Read Online L. Wilder

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ruthless Sinners MC Series by L. Wilder
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
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“Nah, I brought the truck tonight.”

“Good. We’re gonna need it to take her to the clubhouse.”

“I’ll go pull it around.”

While he went to get his truck, Diego and I checked the dumpster, clearing out any bags of garbage that might have blood on them. As soon as Menace brought his truck around, we started to load her into the back seat. That’s when I saw it—the odd-shaped silver pendant that hung around her neck. I had met her before. She was the chick who’d come to the strip club with her friend. Fuck. This girl had made quite an impression on me that night. Hell, I couldn’t count the number of times she’d crossed my mind over the past few months, and seeing her like this gutted me. I knew I had to do something to help her. Once I made sure she was secured in the back seat, I rushed around to the passenger side and got in.

The second I closed the door, Menace whipped out of the alley and started towards the clubhouse. We hadn’t gotten far when I glanced back over my shoulder to make sure she was still breathing. The sight of her beat to hell with blood covering her clothes brought a knot to my stomach. There’d only been one other time I’d seen a woman look so close to death—Lindsey, the girl I once loved more than anything in the world. That thought had me even more eager to get to the clubhouse.

Menace had called ahead to let Viper and Hawk know what had gone down, and that we were on our way to the clubhouse. When we pulled up, they were waiting for us at the back door. As soon as we got her out of the SUV, they helped us get her down to our makeshift infirmary. As I laid her down on the stretcher, Viper sighed and shook his head, making it clear he wasn’t pleased. I couldn’t blame him. We didn’t know a fucking thing about the girl, and that could come back to bite us in the ass. I could’ve saved us all the hassle by dumping her somewhere and making sure there was nothing that traced her back to us, but in my gut, I knew bringing her here was the right thing to do. We all stepped back and gave Doc some room to check her out.

She was unconscious and barely breathing when he cut away her blood soaked top and pants. He grimaced with disgust as he checked the knife wounds on her chest and abdomen. After several minutes, he finally said, “Damn, somebody did a real fucking number on her.”

“How bad is it?” Hawk asked.

“Honestly, I can’t believe she’s still alive.” Doc’s face was marked with concern as he continued, “She’s lost a lot of blood. Got multiple stab wounds, a few cracked ribs. Maybe one that’s broken, a possible concussion, and bruises and contusions all over. She’s a damn mess.”

I looked down at her broken and battered body and was hit with an unwanted memory of Lindsey. While this woman’s wounds were different, she looked just as lifeless and out of reach as Lindsey had been the night of her accident. I hadn’t been able to do anything to save her and feared the same would hold true tonight. Worried that she might be too far gone, I asked Doc, “Do you think you can fix her up?”

“I can try, but I’m not making any promises.”

“Not expecting miracles. Just do what you can.” Doc wasted no time getting to work. Seeing he had his hands full, Viper started walking towards the door, motioning his head for us to follow. On our way out, he called back to Doc. “Let us know if you need anything.”

“Will do.”

As soon as we stepped out of the room, Viper started in. “You got any idea how much blowback we could get from you bringing this girl here?”

“Didn’t have much choice in the matter.”

“There’s always a fucking choice, Shotgun.”

“I’ve done some fucked up shit, brother, but I’m not the kind of man who can just let a girl die for the fuck of it,” I answered, sounding harsher than I’d intended. “Maybe I was wrong to bring her here, but if Doc can help her, then maybe she can tell us who did this shit to her and why they decided to toss her in our strip club’s dumpster. For all we know, that shit was done on purpose, and if that’s the case, we need to know who’s behind all this.”

“He’s got a point,” Hawk replied. “Everyone around here knows we run Stilettos, so there’s a good fucking chance that—”

“Enough. I got it,” Viper interrupted. “Just know if this comes back on us, I’m holding you two responsible.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth, Menace’s burner started to ring. He quickly answered and said, “Whatcha need, Diego?”


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