The Black Dagger Brotherhood by J. R. Ward Read Free Book Online Page A

she had everything she needed for the short term. In the one with the green handles she had some clothes for herself, along with her cell phone charger, her toothbrush, and two thousand dollars in cash. The blue-handled one had Nalla’s clothes, bottles and diapers, along with wet wipes, rash cream, blankies, a teddy bear, and Oh, the Places You’ll Go! by Dr. Seuss.
    The title of Nalla’s favorite book was a shitkicker on a night like tonight. It really was.
    When there was a knock on the nursery door, Bella called out, “Come in.”
    Mary, Rhage’s shellan, popped her head in. Her face was tight, her gray eyes grim even before she looked down at the bags.
    â€œRhage texted me. Z’s been injured. I know you’re going to leave, and the why is none of my business, but you might consider waiting. From what Rhage said, Z is desperately going to need to feed.”
    Bella slowly straightened. “How . . . how badly injured? What—”
    â€œI don’t have any more details other than that they’ll be home as soon as they can.”
    Oh . . . God. It was the news she had always dreaded. Z injured out in the field.
    â€œWhat’s their ETA?”
    â€œRhage didn’t say. I know they have to drop off an injured civilian at Havers’s new clinic, but that’s on the way. I’m not sure whether Z’s getting treated here or there.”
    Bella shut her eyes. Zsadist had sent her that text while injured. He’d been reaching out to her when he was in pain . . . and she’d slapped him back with the fact that she was abandoning him to his demons.
    â€œWhat have I done,” she said softly.
    â€œI’m sorry?” Mary asked.
    Bella shook her head as much at herself as in response to the female.
    Going over to the crib, she looked at their daughter. Nalla was sleeping with the hard, dense exhaustion of the young, her little chest pumping up and down with purpose, her pink hands curled into fists, her brows bunched together as if she were concentrating on growing.
    â€œWill you stay with her?” Bella asked.
    â€œAbsolutely.”
    â€œThere’s milk in the fridge over there.”
    â€œI’ll be right here. I won’t go anywhere.”
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    Back in the driveway of the Jolly Green Giant house in the sticks, Z felt the heavy-duty lurch of Qhuinn slamming on the Hummer’s brakes. The SUV held steady as the laws of physics gripped its mass hard, putting an end to its acceleration just before the vehicle crushed the frontal lobe of the minivan in its path.
    Gun muzzles came out of the windows of the Lessening Society’s soccer-mom special like the bitch was a stagecoach, and bullets went ape shit, pinging the Hummer’s reinforced-steel body and ricocheting off its inch-thick Plexiglas windows.
    â€œSecond night out with my ride,” Qhuinn spat. “And these fuckers are Swisscheesing me? Hell, no. Hold on.”
    Qhuinn threw them into reverse, jumped the SUV back fifteen feet, then punched the engine into first gear and nailed his foot to the floor. Wrenching the wheel to the left, he dodged around the Town & Country, chunks of earth clumping up and clapping against both cars.
    As they bounced around like a boat in bad weather, Rhage reached into his jacket and took out a hand grenade. Opening his bulletproof window just far enough, he popped the pin with his teeth and tossed the fist-size explosive out. By the grace of God the damn thing tripped off the minivan’s roof and rolled under the vehicle.
    The three lessers leaped out of that fucker like the thing was on fire.
    And ten seconds later it was, its flames lighting up the night.
    Fuuuuuck, if Z thought the trip through the tunnel had been bad on his leg, it was nothing compared to the bump-and-shatter act it took to get away from those slayers. By the time the Hummer burst out onto Route 9 after having clipped at least one of the lessers on its hood, Zsadist