Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I start moving and recognize immediately she’s cutting the ropes. I want to tell her to stop, to leave and get as far from Wolf as she can—to go to my club so they can help her get free. I don’t say any of that, because in the next instant the ropes give and I fall to the floor. The pain explodes through my body and I can’t fight it anymore.
I give in to the blackness and let it swallow me.
Torrent
I can’t quit crying. Devil is so bad. God, he’s so bad. I wouldn’t even know it was him, from just looking at him. The only thing recognizable is some of his face and his hair… though his hair is matted with blood and is so much darker than normal. His once vibrant deep blue eyes are pale and lifeless—at least one of them is. The other is swollen to the point I don’t even know if there’s an eye in there, but I’m scared there’s not. He’s been stripped and there’s not a part of his body that hasn’t been cut, torn, and made to bleed. He’s bruised and swollen everywhere, his arms are broken so bad there’s a bone sticking through one and his legs are at odd angles too.
How one man could survive a beating this severe is unimaginable. If I hadn’t heard his broken whispers, I wouldn’t have believed it myself.
“I don’t think you did him any favors, girl,” Dan says and he’s right. I shouldn’t have let Devil fall like that, but I had to get him down. I’m trying to be quick and I can only do what I can do.
“I know!” I cry. It’s then I realize that I’m crying so hard my body is shaking. I have no clue on how I’m supposed to get Devil out of here. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I do get him out of here. I’m scared. No… I’m terrified that I’m too late. If Devil dies because I was too stupid to look for him sooner, I’ll never forgive myself.
“Fucking hell! I knew I was too rusty! Duck!” Daniel yells and I jerk around to see one of Wolf’s men, I can’t even remember his name because he came not long before my dad’s death, is pointing a gun at us.
It’s so weird. You would think a man with a bowie knife sticking out of his neck couldn’t find the strength to hold a gun but there he is. I can even watch as it cocks and I’m not sure where it’s aimed, but it looks like it is at me.
“I said duck!” Daniel growls and the next thing I know he’s moving in front of me, his chair tips and he’s lunging at the man holding the gun. I hear the gun go off, but it’s muffled. I scream. I take my knife and hold it tightly in my hand and then I stab it into the side of the man’s neck. The rest of his body is covered by Daniel—who is groaning. The man underneath is slack, and I pull Daniel away as gently as I can. He looks at me, his eyes dull.
“Oh God. We can—” I start but he shakes his head a little.
“Thanks for one last ride, moonbeam,” he says and then his body goes limp, his eyes open but lifeless.
I really want to fall apart now, but I don’t let myself. I pull the wheelchair the rest of the way out from under Daniel, unceremoniously dumping him on the ground. I wince.
“Sorry,” I whisper, which is crazy, because Daniel can’t hear me.
I wheel the chair closer to Devil, setting the brake. I pull and tug and pray I’m not doing more damage and I somehow manage to get an unconscious Devil into the chair. He’s slumped and at an odd angle, but he’s in there. I move his feet, carefully so he fits better against the leg rests, and then I get behind the chair and take off, pushing Devil down the hall and back the way I came. There’s no way I’m going to be able to get him up the stairs in my house, so I head toward the club. I have my gun and at this point I’ll shoot first and worry later. I have to get Devil to the elevator and out to my car.
It seems to take forever, but in reality it’s only a few minutes, I’m sure. When the elevator dings and the doors open I scream when there’s a gun pointed directly at me, before I even get a chance to draw. Then, through my tears I focus enough to see that it’s Fury standing in front of me—the guy who was always with Devil during the early days at the convent.