Free Stolen: Hell's Overlords MC by Zoey Parker Page B

to know I could trust and count on him before I moved on. I knew I could trust and count on Fang. We’d relied on each other for far, far too long for me to just run out on him. But I was starting to feel like Cole was building some trust with me. Yet, as I crossed the street into the park a few blocks from Cole’s headquarters, I knew I was doing everything I could to throw away any trust I had earned from him.
     
    I’d made it too far to turn back. I pulled out my phone and texted Fang.
     
    At the rendezvous point.
     
    After I sent the text, my battery gave out. I sighed and slid my phone back in my pocket. Hopefully, I’d be able to charge it soon enough, back at home, away from bikers and gangs, drugs and money.
     
    I walked over to the bench and sat down. It was all going to be over soon enough, and I would be home relaxing in a hot bath, letting the danger and the drama of the last few days wash away from me.
     
    That was when I noticed three men standing next to a black sedan with the windows blacked out. They looked like Secret Service agents with their black suits, black sunglasses, and small earpieces. I narrowed my eyes at them, keeping an eye on them as they started to approach me from across the park.
     
    “No fucking way,” I cursed, getting up and breaking out into a run. I knew I was too far away to try to make it back to the Overlords’ HQ. I had to duck down an alleyway or into an abandoned building. It was time to get creative and use my skills to survive.
     
    They were fast, though, and they closed in on me quickly, before I even had a chance to get back to the sidewalk. They surrounded me silently.
     
    “Come on, guys, no cat calls, no greetings? What are you trying to do?” I asked them.
     
    In response they tried to close in on me. One of them stepped around behind me and tried to put his arms around me to hold me. I broke the hold easily and slipped away from him just to be grabbed by another one.
     
    “What the hell is this?” I asked as I tried to fight the second one off.
     
    “Sasha Winters, you’re coming with us,” the second one said as he pulled me towards the car. I struggled, but he was easily as strong as any of Cole’s men.
     
    “I don’t think so,” another voice snapped. Speaking of Cole.
     
    I heard a couple of guns cock and looked over to see Cole, Dante, Andre, and a couple of guys I didn’t recognize yet. They all stood with guns trained on the men who were trying to kidnap me.
     
    “Go,” one of the men in black said to the guy holding me. “We’ve got them.”
     
    Before he was able to turn around, a hole appeared in his head and he collapsed to the ground right in front of me without another word.
     
    “Anyone else?” Dante asked in a threatening tone.
     
    Number One darted off, but one of his legs exploded underneath him and he fell over himself.
     
    “Shit, sorry about that,” Cole taunted Number Two. “I don’t know what happened, but I will tell you this. You need to put her down. Now.”
     
    “I don’t think I can do that, Cole,” Number Two said, and I felt the barrel of a handgun press against my temple.
     
    “You’re not going to shoot me,” I groaned. “You were just trying to take me away with you, and you expect anyone here to believe you’re going to waste me? Your mom must be so proud,” I taunted him.
     
    I saw smiles break out on the faces of Cole’s men as they tried not to laugh.
     
    “If it comes down to me or you, bitch, I’m killing you,” he said.
     
    “Excuse me,” Cole said, stepping forward. His words hit like a punch.
     
    Number Two took a step back. I felt his barrel pull away from my head ever so slightly, and his grip lessened just a little. His eyes were obviously on the rifle trained at his head.
     
    “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Cole said, still stepping closer. “Now, let the girl go.”
     
    His arm released me and he held his gun up, uncocking it.
     
    “Good. Now, put the