Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Charlie?
What the hell has Charlie got to do with this?
“Who the fuck gave you information from my club?” I growl, slamming the gun into his temple. “Who the hell betrayed me?”
He laughs again, the sick fuck. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I drive my fist into his face, hard, over and over. Blood spurts out, but he doesn’t even flinch. Evil doesn’t cover what Treyton is. Deranged. That is closer to the truth.
“You can hit me. You can kill me. You will never get what you want from me,” he spits blood in my face. “My job here is done, you’re not safe, nobody is. Now, hurry along, your little girlfriend isn’t doing so well down there. I was going to send her dead body back to you, never mind, eventually, someone is going to.”
Fuck him.
Dirty little scumbag fucker.
He’s not going to tell me a damn thing.
I pull the trigger. His head explodes and I stand, wiping my gun. Waste of my fuckin’ time and space. I need to get to Amalie. Before it’s too late. I wasn’t wasting a single second more on that scum. I move through every room in the house, my men take care of anything left. When I realise she isn’t up here, I go down to the basement. There is a locked room, but the padlock is only dummy locked. Enough that they can’t push out. I shove the lock off and unlatch the bolt, stepping inside.
A huge piece of wood swings at me. I get it just in time, knocking whoever swung it off their feet. It takes me a minute to see who it is, and when I do, my heart stops beating.
My entire world fuckin’ stops.
Bloodied. Battered. Fuckin’ broken.
My Amalie.
I drop to my knees, cupping her precious face in my hands.
“Oh, god. My beautiful girl. What has he done to you?”
-18-
AMALIE
My eyes flutter open, and I stare around the brightly-lit room. My body is numb, and my throat feels like I’ve swallowed a heap of rocks. My vision slowly clears, and I realize I’m in a hospital. Memories of what happened come flooding back to me, and my heart starts racing as I glance around, wondering who is here. Is Treyton dead? Where’s Malakai?
A nurse comes into the room, smiling when she sees me, and she comes over, placing a hand on my forehead before saying, “Hi, Amalie. How are you feeling?”
How am I feeling?
I don’t know. I can’t feel anything.
Why is my head bandaged?
Why is my leg and arm bandaged?
How bad was the damage?
“You’re in the hospital,” she tells me when I stare at her blankly. “You had severe injuries. You’ve been in and out of consciousness for the last few days. Today is the first you’ve fully woken up. You have a cast on your leg and on your arm. You have some broken ribs and wounds over your body that we have stitched. You had some internal bleeding around your stomach that we had to do surgery to fix. You also had severe damage to your left ear, and extensive damage to your right. We’ve done what we can to fix both.”
They operated on my ears? But how?
“We’re aware you’ve had hearing loss in the past from a difficult accident. The doctors repaired as much as they could on top of what you’ve already had surgically. They’re confident they’ve saved some of your hearing.”
They did?
But I didn’t have any before.
“I’m going to get the doctor now and run some more tests. Your partner is waiting outside. I’ll send him in.”
He’s here?
He’s okay?
My heart explodes with happiness.
I look over at the door once the nurse is done, and I wait, just needing to see his face. When he steps into the room, I start to cry. Big, fat tears rolling down my cheeks. For a little while, when I was with Treyton, I never thought I’d see Malakai again. Or anyone I loved for that matter.
He walks over, going straight down and cupping my face, his eyes glassy. “Never thought I’d see your beautiful fucking eyes again. I’m so sorry, Amalie. I should never have let him take you.”
“You’re here now,” I croak. “I’m here. That’s all that matters.”
“He hurt you ... so fuckin’ bad.”
“Is he ... is he ... gone?”
Malakai nods. “I watched the life suck out of his eyes when I put a bullet in his head. He will never hurt you again.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Nobody will.”
“Ch-Ch-Charlie?”
“She’s okay. Still in here. Her injuries were much like yours. She’s had a few surgeries.”
“Can I see her?”
“When you’re better. The doctor said they worked on your ears. He said he repaired some old damage. They won’t know if you have more or less hearing until the bandages come off.”
I reach up and lightly touch the bandages.