Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 102546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
I run past them and out the door of the meat locker, rushing to the elevator. “Fuck it,” I growl, shoving open the door to the stairs and running up the one flight to the main lobby that is our private entrance. I push open the glass doors and run downstairs to the back parking lot and my car. I catch sight of the Kings exiting as I squeal my tires on the pavement.
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I ENTER THE main office for the hospital security. “Where the fuck is she?” I demand.
Nite is standing in front of a few monitors. Haven stands next to him with a hand over her mouth, and Luca sits in a wheelchair to the right. A few machines that he’s still connected to are on rollers next to him. The room is dead silent at my entrance.
“Someone better fucking answer me,” I demand through gritted teeth.
Haven turns to face me, tears running down her face. “Matteo has her.”
“No.” I breathe. Is she the real reason he’s in town? If so, then why even go to the Airport? Did he want us to know he was here before he took her? “How would he …?”
“It’s on the cameras,” Haven whispers. A security guard for the hospital hits a button, and I see her enter the frame on one of the screens. She’s got her cell to her ear. You can see her speaking but can’t hear what she’s saying.
You see Matteo enter the frame behind her, but she’s oblivious to his presence. He pulls open his suit jacket, removes his gun from his shoulder holster, and points it at her back. My heart races as I watch her body stiffen. Time seems to crawl as he speaks to her, and she turns around. She hits his chest, but he wraps his hand around her throat, choking her until she passes out. He lets her fall to the ground, hitting her head on the sidewalk. He puts his gun back in his holster before bending down to pick her up just as a car drives up. The back door opens from the inside, and he gets in with her before driving off. Leaving her cell on the ground behind him. The screen stops on the back of the car.
“The tag?” I ask roughly. My mind trying to think of any way that would give us a hint as to where he took her.
“Came back stolen,” the guard answers.
“Her phone…”
Haven turns around and holds it out to me.
“The last person she called was Jasmine.” She sniffs as I take it in my shaking hand.
I hear the door open behind me, but I ignore it, knowing it’s just the Kings. They weren’t far behind me.
“Where would he have taken her?” Haven asks me, her watery eyes meeting mine.
How would I know? I had her location on her phone, but he left it behind. There’s no way for me to find her now. For all I know, she’s no longer even in the state of Nevada. Her father is in New York. So he could be taking her there or back to Italy.
“Shit.” I hear Titan sigh as he plays the video back for them to get caught up.
“He’ll call you, right?” Haven bites her bottom lip, still looking up at me expectantly. “They wanted her with you. So they’ll call you.”
At that, Luca turns his wheelchair around to glare up at me. “This is all your fault.”
“Luca—”
“He did this!” Luce yells over Haven.
“It’s not my brother’s fault,” Grave snaps at him. I didn’t know he had come with Titan and Cross.
“He made her want to stay,” Luca argues. “If she had left …”
“Matteo would have found her no matter where she went,” Titan tells him.
I place my hands on either side of his wheelchair and lean over into his face. “This is your family’s fault. That includes you. And I promise you I’ll find her, but I’m going to slaughter every one of them. You and Mia will be the only living Bianchis when I’m fucking done.” And with that, I push off the chair and spin around, exiting the room.
MIA
I OPEN MY heavy eyes and instantly regret it. The bright lights hurt my sensitive eyes, and the smell of death makes me want to gag.
Blinking, I start to cough, making my already pounding head throb more. Lifting my face, I look around to see I’m in a large room. I’m seated in a chair, my wrists tied to the back legs with rope. My ankles are tied to the front legs with the same unforgiving material.
My head falls back, and I close my eyes, swallowing. The pain in my throat makes me flinch.
“It’s about time you wake up.” I hear Matteo in the distance. “I was afraid I killed you.”
“That would be kind of you,” I mumble.