Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
He cocks a dark eyebrow in surprise, his lips lifting slightly. “You hungry for dick, pretty girl?”
My heart flutters and I shake my head no. “I don’t want them to touch me.”
He doesn’t miss the way I separated him from them.
His gaze locks with mine, and I feel a thread of hope despite the ropes now rendering me entirely helpless. I can’t move more than a few inches, and every move I make hurts, as the tight rope cuts into my sensitive flesh.
Aiden grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me up from the table. Being raised makes the rope bite into my wrist, so I cry out, and as I do, he leans in so he can catch my cry in his mouth.
Chapter Four
Brynn
Several things happen in the span of a second.
I feel Aiden’s warm lips covering mine and my heart does a somersault. I haven’t been kissed in a long time, and I don’t want to kiss him, but I don’t want to die, either.
Kyle starts to say something, but he doesn’t get to finish.
He’s too startled.
We all are.
Because the lights go out.
The notion they might have planned it this way dies as Aiden rips his mouth from mine and leans back. His fingers are still cradling my head, but I can’t see anything. I can only hear as Kyle yelps and something hits a wall hard. I hear rustling robes as some guys move, and murmurs like, “what the fuck is going on?”
One of the guys lights up his cell phone. I see Aiden still straddling me but looking back over his shoulder, trying to figure out what the hell is happening.
Then I see movement down by my bound legs. Guys moving. One falls.
Nobody knows what’s going on.
This isn’t part of it.
Amid the flailing noises and the murmurs of confusion, Kyle flicks the light back on. My confused gaze only lands on him for a moment. One hand is braced on the wall, the other cradling his head as he looks around a bit dazedly.
There’s someone in the room with us. Someone who wasn’t here when I came down.
The intruder is wearing all black, but he’s not wearing a hooded robe like the other guys. He’s wearing a skull mask.
Not fazed by the light, he elbows a guy in the throat, then lands a quick left hook to the jaw of the guy in front of him using the same arm. My eyes widen as he throws the redhead out of the way and vaults up on the table with the grace of a cat.
Whoa.
Aiden scrambles to let me go and turn around, but he’s not quick enough. A grunt escapes him and his whole body tenses.
It’s hard to grasp exactly what’s happening until I see one of the guys with his hood pulled back stumble backward, losing a couple of shades of color as he stares at the same sight from a different angle.
“Dude, he just fucking stabbed Aiden.”
“What?” someone else says, then he stops in stunned horror as the masked man grabs Aiden by the back of his hooded robe and throws him off the table.
That scared kid doesn’t stick around to see who’s next. He shoves his friend out of the way and scrambles up the stairs.
“No,” Kyle barks, grabbing the back of his hood to stop him, a ferocious scowl on his face. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? We went over the society rules. We’re united as brothers. We don’t break ranks!”
“Fuck that. You can keep playing Skull and Bones if you want to, but I’m not trying to get stabbed! You said there was no way this went wrong.”
Growling with annoyance, Aiden says, “There’s six of us and only one of him. Don’t be a fucking pussy. Kyle, get the gun.”
The masked man grabs Kyle, jerking him back when he presumably moves to get the weapon. He shoves him into the friend he stopped from going up the stairs, then he hustles over to my side, grabbing my right wrist and growling lowly, “Hold still.”
My heart hammers as he firmly grips my wrist, evidently not trusting me to listen.
But his actions and his words both imply he doesn’t want me hurt, so while I don’t know who he is, I make the leap to assume he’s on my side. I won’t make his life any harder, so I hold as still as possible while he cuts me loose.
Before he can saw through the rope entirely, two guys grab him from behind and he swings around, still holding the knife, to fight them off.
Heart pounding, I pull against the frayed rope. He didn’t cut all the way through it, but I think if I pull hard enough…
A surge of adrenaline hits when I manage to break through what’s left of the rope. I’ll have a nasty rope burn, but it’s better than being dead.