Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
He throws his head back and laughs. “But you won’t. Do you honestly think I’m going to just let you and Chantelle walk out of here? Of course I’m fucking not. You caused me nothing but hell, and I’m not having you come after me. No, the second she hands that cash over, I’m going to blow both your heads off. Then, I’m going to leave the country and never look back.”
My chest clenches.
Because I suspected as much.
This fucker isn’t the kind to just sit down and let us walk.
No.
That would be too fuckin’ easy.
I can only fuckin’ pray Chantelle thinks this through before she comes in here believing that he is going to just let me go if she hands over the cash. I hope she goes to Malakai. I know Enzo told her not to, but Malakai has ways. The club always has a way.
If she doesn’t go to them, we’ll both die here.
And, there is be no doubt Malakai will find a way to make Enzo suffer, but it’ll be too late by then, won’t it? We’ll be gone.
Fuck.
“The club will come after you, with me dead or alive,” I growl, jerking at the ropes tying me down. “You will suffer, one way or another.”
He grins at me. What Saskia ever saw in this piece of shit is beyond me. So fuckin’ far beyond me. “Do you honestly think I haven’t thought everything through? I have made sure that when I’m gone, I’ll be hidden forever. I have ways, I have means, your club does not scare me. They won’t spend the rest of their lives looking for one man. They’ll find something else to distract them, I’m sure.”
Fuck him.
“You’re wrong about that. Blood is blood, they won’t rest until they see you dead. I promise you that.”
He grins at me, then shrugs. “We’ll see.”
He’s confident.
Overly cocky.
I don’t fuckin’ like that. At all.
His phone rings, and he stares down at the screen, then grins, “Well, if it isn’t the princess herself. Let’s see what she’s got for me, shall we?”
He answers it, putting it on loud speaker.
“You’ve got the cash, I assume,” he says, his voice overly casual.
So confident.
“Yes. I have the cash. I’m coming now. Is he alive? If you hurt him...”
Brave, beautiful, stupid fuckin’ girl.
“He’s doing just fine. I can’t say he’s not roughed up, but you know, I’m just making my point. Bring the cash. If you bring the club, I’ll shoot him without question.”
“I haven’t told a soul.”
I have a feeling she’s telling the truth.
And fuck.
It scares the hell out of me.
She’s walking into a trap, and she doesn’t even fuckin’ know it.
~*~*~*~
NOW – BOSTON
In the twenty minutes it takes her to get to me, Enzo makes sure he gets the last laugh.
He kicks my ribs.
My legs.
Punches my face.
Does anything he can to inflict pain. And inflict pain, he does. But I don’t moan, I don’t wince, and I do not fuckin’ let him know it hurts. I will not show weakness, not to this fuckin’ scumbag. Fuckin’ never. He’ll have to kill me, and even then, he’ll never hear me beg.
But Chantelle.
Fuck.
For her, I would fuckin’ beg. I’d do any-fuckin’-thing. She’s about to walk into her death, and she has absolutely no idea. And there is not a single thing I can do to warn her. I speak when she walks in, and he’ll have her dead before she even takes a step towards me. I can only hope she figures it out, and comes up with something. Fuckin’ anything. But I’m startin’ to think that won’t happen.
“There now,” Enzo says, standing back with a grin.
I spit more blood at him.
“Now she’ll be impressed, I’m sure.”
The sound of car tires rolling over gravel catches both our attention, and Enzo turns, pulling out his gun and aiming it at the door. Fuck. My heart launches into my throat, and I can’t fuckin’ breathe. Surely he won’t kill her without even a word? I tug at my ropes until my wrists burn, but fuck, I can’t free them.
Fuck.
The door cracks open a minute later, and Chantelle steps in, looking like fuckin’ sunshine. Brave, beautiful sunshine. She’s holding a bag of cash, and her eyes go to Enzo’s gun. “Aren’t you at least going to count it before waving that shit at me?”
Brave girl.
Fuck me.
She’s so fuckin’ brave.
Her eyes swing to mine, and widen. “What the hell have you done to him?”
Enzo lowers the gun, not fully, but just enough that I’m certain he isn’t going to shoot her.
Not in the next few minutes, anyway.
“I was just having some fun,” Enzo shrugs, with a grin. “Now hand over the bag, Chantelle.”
She stares at him, then at me. She’s wearing a pair of faded denim jeans and a dark hoodie. Her hair is tied up in a ponytail. And fuck me if she doesn’t look bad ass right about now.