Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Don’t make a fucking sound and you might just live through this,” he snarled, putting a bit of extra weight on the guard as he spoke.
He stood up and looked for Bones who was checking the office behind the front desk. He heard what sounded like a table being overturned and the distinct smash of glass shattering, followed by a indistinct yell. There must have been a second security guard in there who job it is to watch the cameras, supposedly. He figured the guy had probably been watching TV and eating his weight in chips. Bones appeared, dragging the second guard out of the back room by his collar, his hands and feet already secured.
Bones grunted as he sat the fat bastard next to the other guard, “Heavy fucker.”
Digger smiled at the orange cheeto dust that stained the guard’s white shirt and fingers – he knew it.
King arrived from doing his part and stood over restrained guards, “Wiped and stopped the cameras, the whole building’s dark now. Now we just need…” he bent down and plucked a swipe card from the guard’s belt and then ripped their id badges from their uniforms. He waved the id cards in the guard’s face, “We’ll hold onto these. We know who you are and where you live. You might want to keep that in mind when you’re talking to the cops tomorrow.” He winked and stood back up.
Bones had covered their mouths with duct tape and the fat guard had tears streaming down his face. The fear would no doubt keep them from trying to move until they were sure they’d left, no that the guards would get very far once they tried. He turned the guards so that they were sat back to back and used an additional cable tie to attach their hand restraints to each other. They wouldn’t be getting out of that until the doorman showed up or someone noticed them on the floor behind the desk. His money was on the doorman, there was no need for anyone to go behind the front desk.
The anticipation of confronting Dane grew as the time drew closer and genuine excitement bubbled inside him. King gripped his shoulder as they walked into the elevator, his faced stretched by a sinister grin. Yep, they were all looking forward to this.
They reached the eighth floor and the doors opened. Dane might be somewhat important to some people but the fucker didn’t warrant a penthouse. He watched as King rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as they paused outside apartment 807. The doors were thick so there was no way of hearing anything that was going on inside the apartment. Then again, there was nothing they could have heard that would stop them from going in.
King swiped the guard’s card that had emergency access to all the apartments in the building. The red light blinked to green and the automatic lock disengaged with a quiet mechanical click. Digger stowed his urge to barge in, wrecking the place on his way to Dane, utilising stealth would be safer. They didn’t know if Dane was armed and if he was the fucker would definitely be trigger happy once he saw them.
They walked and in and scanned the apartment. It was open plan, plain, all neutral colors and hard-wearing furniture. It was a typical corporate apartment, designed for people to use for a couple of weeks instead of going to a hotel. The living area was empty apart from a few takeout containers and beer bottles littering the coffee table. He spied a laptop and bag propped up against the side of the couch. They’d be taking them with them when they’d finished.
The bedroom door was ajar and as they approached they could hear the shower running. He had no intention of seeing the fucker nude so he closed the door behind them as they too different positions around the room.
Porn was playing on the TV and there was lotion and tissues on the bedside table – clearly Dane wasn’t getting any. He saw a cell phone laying on the bed and pocketed it. The shower shut off and they could hear Dane starting to whistle. This fucker felt so fucking safe he could whistle and jack off, meanwhile their woman and no doubt his wife and kid shuddered at the thought of what this bastard would do to them. He wouldn’t be whistling when they were done with him.
The bathroom door opened and steam spilled into the bedroom. Dane walked out, a towel around his waist and one being rubbed over his head, drying his hair. The guy was built up top but he’d clearly been skipping leg day. Dane’s facial expression was almost comical when he finally spotted them in his room. His mouth gaped open as he scrambled backwards searching for the entrance to the bathroom. King threw his arm out, fisting the fucker’s hair and started dragging him out into the living area.