Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 115964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
They were still working after a shoot-out just happened feet, yards from their room?
I was going to be sick.
This was a sex building.
Those girls—that could’ve been my sister.
My sister could be in one of those rooms.
The thought raced through me.
I braked to a sudden stop.
I had to look. I had to make sure.
“Carrie!”
Now I was Carrie?
I ignored Raize. Running to the first room, I threw open the door.
A guy was on top of a girl. It wasn’t my sister.
They didn’t stop.
The girl saw me, but she didn’t react.
I moved to the next room.
Different people, not my sister.
And the next.
“What are you doing?” Raize was in front of me.
I reached for the next door.
He blocked me. “We have to go.”
“No!” I ripped away from him, lunging for the door.
I had to know.
I had to make sure.
Was she here?
“We have to go!” He was shouting in my face, grabbing my arms. He lifted me, carried me, but I was struggling.
I needed to look.
I had to.
I was blind to anything but that.
“Fucking hell!” He hoisted me up, ignoring my kicking legs and the way I scrambled, trying to reach for the doors.
Another door opened, and sunlight lit the hallway.
Raize carried me out.
“No!”
“What’s wrong with her?”
I felt Raize’s grunt through my body. “No idea.”
Then we were running. I jostled up and down.
We rounded a corner.
Raize’s arm left my legs. He was pointing a gun, but there were no guys outside the door.
We walked past, to our truck.
I was shoved in the middle of the front seat. Raize went behind the wheel, and his friend sat on my right side.
As Raize gunned the engine, shooting away from the curb, I turned back, as if I could still see her, if she was there.
No one was there.
It looked like nothing happened...
14
Carrie
“Your girl is nuts in the head,” Raize’s guy noted. “You should put her down.”
Raize yanked the wheel to the left, and we careened down another road. No one was chasing us, but he was driving like they were. “You shut the fuck up,” he growled. “Let’s talk about you. What were you thinking?”
The guy’s laugh was a cackle. “Right. I ain’t fucking stupid. You’re Raize. Only reason you’re walking into that place, asking for a meet with Oscar is if you’re going to end him.”
Raize cursed under his breath. “I didn’t go in there planning on killing him.”
“So what changed?”
Raize didn’t answer. He kept driving, taking us to the outskirts of town, rather than back to the house.
I shot him a look, wondering what he was doing. He caught my eye and shook his head, just the slightest motion.
“I needed to know if he was the one who sent Macca or if it was Estrada,” he explained.
This door guy/Raize’s-Something?—I had no clue what to call him. Was he Ally Guy?
Whoever he was, he was quiet a moment, then started laughing. “Bullshit. He threatened whoever this chick is to you, and you went apeshit on him. I could feel you making your decision. You could’ve waited it out. You didn’t need to throw it down, tell him you knew he was the one who sent Macca. But no, in a very un-Raize-like way, you killed first.”
“I got his phone,” Raize murmured.
“What?”
“I got his phone. He unlocked it, and I went for it.”
The guy cursed, scooting low in his seat. He rested his arm on the window, his fingers catching the handle above. “That’s why you killed him? For his goddamn phone?”
I kept quiet.
Raize went quiet, too.
The guy was still muttering to himself. “You killed Oscar, Raize. Oscar! You know who’s going to come after you? After me? I knew if you started shooting, I’d have to choose. You or Oscar, and you damn sure know I ain’t picking Oscar over you. We been through too much for this asshole to divide us. But man, Oscar? You started a war. I hope the fuck you know what you’re doing.”
Raize jerked the wheel once more, pulling off into a field, and he kept going until we reached an isolated spot. A group of trees blocked us from the road when he turned the engine off.
No one moved.
“What are we doing here?” the guy asked in a low voice. “You got shit to bury? Because you ain’t putting a bullet in my head. No way, man. After what I just did for you—”
“Shut up, Basil.”
Basil. I had a name.
Raize opened his door and got out, going to the back of the truck and putting down the tailgate. He dug through his pockets, laying out everything he’d grabbed. When I followed him, he started for my pockets. I stood there, feeling weird about him digging through my sweatshirt, but in an odd way, I found it pleasant.
That was super-duper odd.
Duper.
I’d never used that word before in my life.
What was going on with me?