Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
“Last chance,” I say, aiming the gun right between his eyes. I don’t see Cole or Shane, but I know they’ve got my back.
“Or what …?”
Cole comes up behind him and wraps his arm around David’s neck, proceeding to choke him out. I run to Demi and pick her up off the barstool. I lay her on the couch, and her head falls to the side. I check her pulse, and it’s strong. “What did you give her?” I bark out.
“Fuck you,” Becky shouts as Shane grabs her. He drags her over to me and forces her to her knees next to the couch.
I point the gun at her head, pressing it to her temple. “What did you give her?” I ask again, breathing heavily. Whatever moment of calmness I had is now long gone.
“David got some Valium from a friend. He made it into an injectable …” she cries.
Bennett enters the room and comes over to us just as I hear David hit the floor from Cole getting the job done. “Where is Austin?” I demand.
Demi isn’t going to be waking up anytime soon, and I know my sister is on her way to help her. I need to know what the situation is with Austin.
She closes her eyes, and her lips thin, refusing to answer me. “Where the fuck is she?” I shout, gripping her face in my hand.
She shakes but answers. “Upstairs in her room … with Maxwell.”
“Fuck!” Cole runs out of the living room.
I jump to my feet to follow him. He may need help. He’d willingly die to protect Austin from harm, but I hesitate, not wanting to leave Demi.
“Go,” Bennett orders. “Shelby is on her way.”
“I’ve got Becky,” Shane assures me.
I run out of the living room, down the long hallway, and come into the still blood-covered marble floor foyer. I grip the banister and spin around to run up the stairs. I enter Austin’s room to see Cole cutting Austin’s wrists free from the rope. But I don’t see anyone else in here.
“Where is he?” I growl.
She points at her closed bathroom door while Cole pulls her to him. He runs his hands up and down her body to check for anything they might have done to her.
I walk over to it and crack it open. He stands at the toilet, whistling as he pisses. I place my gun into the waist of my jeans and push up my sleeves. Walking in behind him, I kick the back of his knees in.
“What the …?”
I grip the back of his head and shove him headfirst into the toilet. I straddle his legs as he kneels on the floor and hold him face down in his piss and water while he struggles against me. Cole enters the bathroom and stands there watching me with Austin by his side.
Maxwell’s hands hit the toilet, his feet kick the back of my legs while I stand over him, but he’s not going to win. There’s no way any of us will let him walk out of this house. And what better way than to kill a man in his own urine? His body shudders one last time, and then he slumps against the toilet. I release him and take a step back.
“You okay?” I ask her, walking over to the sink. She has a cut on her forehead and a trail of smeared blood runs down her cheek along with a cut on her lip.
Lifting her chin, she nods. “I’ll be fine. Is Demi okay?”
I don’t answer because I’m not sure what to say at this point. I remove my shirt and tuck what little I can fit into the back of my jeans pocket, letting the rest hang out since it now has piss on it from him struggling. I go to turn her faucet on to wash my hands, but there’s no water. “Fuck.” I hiss.
“Maybe there are some bottles of water …”
“Fuck! Fuck” I shout, slamming my fists into the countertop, losing my fucking cool and interrupting her.
Cole turns to Austin. “Go downstairs.”
“I’m staying with …”
“Go downstairs, Austin,” he orders, interrupting her. Then he lowers his voice. “Shane and Bennett are down there with Demi. Shelby should be here by now. Check and see if she needs anything or if you can find any water.”
With that, she pulls away and exits the bathroom.
I turn around and look at the guy I just killed. Fucking Maxwell. He was a year older than us and David’s best friend. He’s on his knees, head in the toilet and arms out to his side. His shirt is missing and so are his jeans. All he’s wearing is his boxers.
He was gonna rape her! If he hadn’t already.
“Did he touch her?” I ask.
“She said no.” He growls, shoving his hands through his hair.