Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Shoving all other thoughts from my head and shutting off my feelings, I went to the door and turned the key I’d left in it, then took one deep breath before opening it and stalking inside. My man-on-a-mission path, however, had a brief pause at the sight of her curled up, sound asleep, in the king-size bed.
The dark chestnut locks of her hair looked like silk ribbons splayed out on the pearl-colored satin pillowcase. Her plump pink lips were slightly parted as her black lashes fanned over her high cheekbones. That was not what I needed to see. Fucking hell. I had been ready to demand she talk. Pull the damn gun out again. But seeing her like this—peaceful, resting so deeply…
I ran a hand through my hair and sighed.
How was I supposed to wake her up? Linc wouldn’t be able to do it. His ass had ordered me to get her to tell me shit, doing whatever I had to do, but he wasn’t here, looking at this. The bastard didn’t realize how hard this was.
Why couldn’t Perry have had a mean, selfish, evil sister? One that I could easily force to talk, hold a gun to, leave alone in a basement? And how the hell did his ugly, scrawny ass have a sibling that looked like her? Talk about getting all the good genes from the pool. Seemed fate hadn’t saved any for Perry after she was created.
The phone in my pocket dinged, and I pulled it out.
Wilder
Perry left Atlanta on a private jet an hour ago. Seems Zephyr had one waiting for him. Haven’t found out where he went yet. Just got this info from King.
Frustration, followed by anger, coiled inside me.
Are they sure?
I wanted this to be wrong. If Perry had left the country, then this fucking captive shit wasn’t gonna end soon.
Wilder
Thatcher got the information out of the operations manager. Zephyr owns the airstrip. He is one of his employees.
Fan-fucking-tastic. The bastard had his own airstrip. Which meant he could cover his tracks better.
Do we know if the employee was telling the truth?
I was sure they’d thought of this, but I asked anyway.
Wilder
He used his knife. Did some slicing. The man told him everything and gave him the password to the computer system. Unfortunately, after King logged on, Thatcher sliced the man’s neck, thinking he was no longer needed. The password gave access only to what the man was allowed to know. There is more in the system, but it has another barrier, which I am working on breaking past. With the man dead, we can’t ask him any more questions.
My teeth ached from my grinding them so hard. Could they not control Thatcher and force him to do as ordered? I already knew that answer. No, they couldn’t. The fact that the man was engaged was baffling to me. What kind of female wanted to marry his insane ass?
I’ll see what she knows about it.
I sent it, although I was sure she had no idea.
Shoving the phone into my pocket, I looked over at her. She’d gone without food to make sure he ate, and this was how he repaid her. She had gone missing, he saw her location was in Louisiana and that her car might be parked at her apartment—thanks to Bane—but she wasn’t there, and he’d still left the country. Not even attempting to rescue her.
I’d let her sleep a little longer. The more rest she had, the clearer her head would be. She’d be able to think better. At least, that was what I told myself as I left her room, closing the door behind me.
Ten
Winslet
I stretched as the luxurious sheets caressed my skin. Smiling with my eyes still closed, I rubbed my cheek on the smooth pillowcase. I didn’t know how long I had been asleep, but it had been wonderful. However, thinking about having to go back to the basement made me want to weep. Maybe if I kept my eyes closed, I’d go back to sleep, and he’d forget I wasn’t a guest. He’d let me stay here.
“Get up.”
The deep, husky voice made my eyes snap open, and I scanned the room to see Oz standing at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. The sunlight wasn’t as bright, and it was drawing closer to setting, meaning I’d slept all day.
Sitting up, I prepared myself to be marched back down to the horrid underground. At least I was clean and well rested. I was going to see if he’d let me use the toilet and brush my teeth again before I was taken back down there.
“He’s left the country. On a private plane from a private airstrip, owned by Samson Zephyr,” he informed me.
I blanched.
Perry had left the country? He hadn’t tried to come get me?