Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
She fought me with all she had, showing a surprising amount of strength for someone so petite. But she knew she was fighting for her life. She threw her fists at my face then grabbed her knife and tried to slice it across my throat.
I would normally punch her in the face to knock her out, but if I cracked the mask, I was done for. I slammed my fist down into her stomach so hard she gave a scream mixed with a painful gasp.
But I didn’t care.
I yanked the mask off her face and left her there.
Left her there to inhale the poison gas and die a painful death.
I grabbed a chair and threw it against the window. The glass shattered, and the chair went flying. I cut both of my hands as I grabbed on to the ledge and hoisted myself up to breathe the clean air. I shook out the mask to make sure there was no gas inside before I put it on. I slipped it over my head before I took my first breath.
Nothing burned—so I was safe.
I dropped back to my feet and grabbed my pistol from my back pocket. I was trapped in the room, but unless Bolton had ammunition on him, he would run out of bullets for his rifle soon. He probably had a handgun too, but that wouldn’t be enough to stop me, not unless he’d already hit me in the first place.
“Is that it?” Bolton said from the hallway. “This is the infamous Skull King? No wonder your brother died a pussy.”
I crept to the door and glanced at Carson’s dead body. Her skin was already pale and yellow, and froth had dripped from her mouth. Her eyes were open wide and fixed on the ceiling. This was a woman who’d claimed she loved Bolton, and he did her dirty just the way he did to his wife.
It was tempting to reply, but I knew he wanted to know exactly where I was.
I was a sitting duck in this bedroom and had to get out.
The smoke was still heavy in the hallway, making visibility nonexistent. I hoped my guys had run for it and had been spared the painful death Bolton just gave his girlfriend. When I poked my head down the hallway, I couldn’t see anything. If I couldn’t see anything, then neither could he.
I moved into the hallway and ran for it, and the second he heard my footsteps, he opened fire.
I made it to the next room, another sitting room attached to a study. There wasn’t as much smoke in here, so it was easier to see. That meant Bolton would have a greater chance of hitting his target.
A stone fireplace was against the wall, and I hid myself against the side of it, using the reflection of the windows across the room to see him. He didn’t make his entrance for a while. He must have spotted Carson’s dead body left on the floor when he passed.
I felt no remorse.
“I may not be the perfect husband, but I’ve never killed a woman. Something that you can’t say, Theo.”
I still felt nothing. It was either her or me, and I wasn’t going to get killed just to be a gentleman. She’d given her heart to the wrong man, and that was the reason she was dead.
He entered the room with his rifle in his hands. “Stop running like a rat searching for a hole in the wall. Face me like a man—”
I turned the corner and shot him, missing his head and neck and getting him in the shoulder.
He winced before he squeezed the trigger and blew the last of his rounds. I ducked back behind the fireplace and heard the click of the gun when the barrel came up empty. I rounded the corner and rushed him, aiming for his head this time.
He chucked the rifle at me then ducked behind the couch.
The gun smacked me right in the face and blood came from somewhere, but it didn’t stop me. “Now look who’s the fucking rat.” I kicked the couch and made it tip over on top of him. He crawled out before it landed on him and fired his handgun at me, hitting me right in the shoulder—the exact place where he’d stabbed me.
I yelled because it hurt like a motherfucker, the scar tissue ripped open as new trauma dug into the sensitive flesh.
He was quick and nimble, so he was on his feet fast. He ran straight at me, right into my gun, as I pulled the trigger.
I didn’t know if he took a bullet or not because he kept going. He hit me hard then grabbed my mask and tried to pull it off.
I punched him hard in the face, trying to crack the glass so he would die just like Carson.