Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“Get out! You have to get out!” Mousey’s muffled cries come from somewhere up front.
Alarm raises my hackles. “Where are you?” I lean between the seats and see her fur poking out between the seams of the glove box. “Mousey!”
“Let’s go for a ride,” the driver says in a distinctly non-French accent.
“Let her go–Oh!” I yelp and fall backwards into the seat as he floors it and turns the limo hard to the left. Then, he’s speeding away from the plane, away from Carson.
“It’s the greaseball from–” Mousey hisses as the driver takes another hard turn and I’m thrown across the back seat.
“Lennie!” I grab the doorhandle and hold on as he speeds onto a roadway and really floors it.
“You remembered. How sweet.” I can hear the grin in his voice.
“Carson’s going to–”
“Carson isn’t going to do shit, so I suggest you sit down and shut up. Might want to buckle up, too, if you want to arrive in one piece.” He passes cars right and left, weaving through traffic without any regard for the danger.
I buckle up–not because he told me to, but because I don’t want to die. Maybe Mousey’s safer in the glove box at this point.
“Why are you doing this?” I cry over the revving engine.
“It’s my job.” He shrugs and tosses his chauffeur hat onto the seat next to him.
I try to fight down my fear, the rising terror that threatens to close my throat and drown my eyes. I need to stay calm. Not just for my sake, but for Mousey’s. She’s completely trapped. I have to make sure I get her out of there.
“Where are you taking us?”
“Enough questions. Just enjoy the ride.” He glances at me in the rearview. “I can give you another ride, free of charge, once we reach our destination.” He winks at me, and my stomach turns.
“Is it Sorcha? Did she hire you?” He gives me another quick glance, then returns his attention to the road. No response from him, but that glance told me enough. He knows who Sorcha is. She must’ve sent him to Carson’s place to spy on us, and now she’s gone farther and had him kidnap me and Mousey.
“I’m going to claw his eyes out!” Mousey shrieks. “Let me at ‘im!”
“I can’t. Not yet.”
“Who the fuck you talking to?” Lennie smirks, then his gaze flickers to the mirror. “Fucking hell. Shit!” He swerves hard onto an exit, blows through a traffic light, then roars back onto the highway. “Fuck!” he yells again and hits the accelerator.
“What?” Mousey cries. “What’s going on out there?”
I turn and look out the back window, hope blooming in my heart as I lock eyes with the one my soul already calls its own. “It’s Carson. He’s coming for us, and he doesn’t look happy.”
Mousey lets out a peal of laughter. “Tell this Lennie prick to bend over and kiss his sorry ass goodbye.”
27
CARSON
What the fuck was I thinking letting her get into that car?
“Whee!” Mrs. Farrol cries from the back seat, her feet in the air.
I don’t have time to deal with her, not when my future is speeding away at breakneck speed. The bastard can drive, and I’m careful not to make any moves that might be dangerous for May. I won’t let her get hurt. Not on my fucking watch.
When I see her looking out the back window, barely making out her terrified eyes through the tint, something in my chest constricts tighter than a vise. She’s scared. I’m failing her.
“Fuck!” I yell and force myself to just breathe. Breathe and drive. The piece of shit who took her can maneuver through the outskirts of Paris like a pro, but so can I. This isn’t my first rodeo. I can do this. For her, I must do this. I stay on his tail, keeping her in my sights the entire time. Weaving through the traffic lights at this time of night and watching for any other moves the car might make. I’m not letting her get away.
The moment the car had taken off at the airport, I’d tossed Mrs. Farrol’s driver aside and given chase.
Rage bubbles under my skin, but I keep my blood cool. Ice cold. I’ll fucking let myself go the moment I know May is safe. Then I’ll unleash the goddamn beast. I didn’t even know I had one in me, not until the moment she was stolen.
“Hold on!” I yell as I turn hard to follow the car onto an exit toward Versailles. A snow shower has begun, white flakes turning into blurs in the headlight beams.
He blows past the intersection, then hurtles along a highway that quickly narrows to a two-lane road.
Mrs. Farrol rights herself and grips my headrest.
“You all right?” I grit out, my knuckles white on the steering wheel as I keep the car’s taillights well within my view.