Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Freezing my ass off, I climb to my feet and start to jog on the place so I can try and warm up a little.
“I’m scared,” Milania whispers. A sob sputters from her, and she starts to cry.
The exercise isn’t helping shit, and stopping, I walk to Milania’s side and sit down beside her. Lifting my arm, I wrap it around her.
I’m also scared.
I don’t say the words out loud, though. Instead, I just hold her while she cries, my eyes locked on the small oval window.
I wonder what Dario’s doing. Is he worried because I disappeared on him?
Tyrone is probably creating a scene at the police station, but they won’t do shit. When people like us disappear, no one cares.
No one’s going to look for me.
The thought hits hard, and it takes everything I have not to burst out in tears.
Jesus, I’ve finally found some happiness. I had a good thing with Dario. Yeah, money wasn’t great, but I’m used to that. I had Dario and Tyrone, two amazing men who cared about me.
I had love.
I shake my head in an attempt to stop the morbid thoughts, and letting go of Milania, I get up again. When I look out the window, I notice it’s gotten dark.
The assholes have left us in here all day long.
I walk to the door and turn the doorknob, but it’s locked.
They can at least give us something to eat and drink. Another toilet break would be very welcome right about now.
Not caring whether I’ll get in trouble, I bang a fist on the door. “Hey. Open the door.” Bang. Bang. Bang. “Anyone there? Open! I need to pee.”
“You’re going to get in trouble,” Milania whispers.
When no one comes to open the door, I stop and scowl at the piece of wood that’s keeping me imprisoned in this freezing room.
An idea pops into my head, and I walk to the other side of the room before breaking out into a run and throwing my shoulder and side into the door, hoping I can break it open.
The door doesn’t budge.
I, on the on the other hand, bounce backward before landing flat on my ass, my shoulder and hip aching.
Well, that didn’t go as planned.
Before I can climb to my feet, I hear the lock turn, then the door opens.
I scramble up as the two armed men from earlier come in, and again, they gesture to the door. “Move.”
Yeah, I don’t need to be told twice.
My ass is out the door, and I walk toward the steps.
If I thought the room was cold, I’m in for a frigid surprise as I take the steps up to the deck, and the evening winter wind hits me square in the face and chest.
“J-Jesus.” My teeth start to clatter, and I wrap my arms around myself as my body shivers uncontrollably.
I’m grabbed by the arm, and because I’m half frozen, the biting hold the man has on me hurts like a motherfucking bitch.
“Y-you’re h-hurting m-m-me,” I mutter, my breaths becoming mere huffs of white air.
“Shut up,” he grumbles.
He hauls my ass off the boat and onto the deck, and I’m forced to walk toward another van wearing only my panties and bra.
They keep moving us, which will make it so much harder for anyone to find me.
That’s if there’s even someone looking.
Which I doubt.
Chapter 25
Dario
It’s been over thirty-six hours since Eden was taken, and I’m starting to lose my mind.
I’ve just called Mrs. Stafford and asked her to check in on Quincy. When she asked what happened, I told her I had no idea.
I can’t deal with the ballet company right now, and she’ll have to run everything in my absence.
All I can think about is Eden.
I’m sitting in my office and staring at useless information.
A phone ringing draws my attention, and I glance at my jacket that’s still lying on the floor where I threw it after I took it off.
Getting up, I dig Eden’s phone out, and seeing Tyrone’s name, I answer, “Hi.”
“I’m losing my mind over here,” he whimpers, the heartache and worry making his voice sound much deeper. “I need to know something.”
I close my eyes. “I have nothing yet. I’m still looking.”
“But you’re the mafia. You can do shit. Right?”
I glance at the monitors where information is popping up all over, but there’s nothing of use to me.
“I’m looking for her, Tyrone,” I say, hoping it will ease his worry a little. “I won’t stop until I find Eden. I promise.”
The giant man chokes up, and I have to clench my teeth because my own emotions are all over the place. I’m up to my neck in worry, and my fucking heart is crumbling in my chest.
“I’ll find her,” I repeat the words more for myself than for Tyrone.
“Okay. Call me if you hear anything. Please.”