Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I need help to make sure I don’t end up spending the rest of my life in the hands of a monster, because that’s what will happen, if he finds me.
The police have so many things to do, they’re not going to give me what I need.
But, these men...they just might.
But does that make me some sort of user? Because that’s what I feel like. I don’t remember any of them, I basically kicked Slater out of my house, and yet here I am about to ask his brother for help, which will possibly end up involving Slater himself, and I’m scared that he’ll get the wrong idea. That he might think it means I remember.
But I don’t.
And I’m not even sure the depth of the story involving the two of us.
But I will admit...I am curious.
I take a deep, staggering breath and walk towards the front of the garage. There is a lineup of cars coming out of one of the bays, no doubt all of them ready to get fixed. It’s busy, and obviously successful. I walk towards the area that says ‘office’ and step inside the door, letting off a bell when I go through. There is no one at the counter, but in a matter of seconds a beautiful brunette comes in, big beaming smile on her face.
“Hi there, can I help you?”
The office is large, and new, everything shiny, from the polished floors to the marbled counter. It’s lovely. Very welcoming.
“Hi,” I say, my voice far more timid than I’d like. “I’m...I was just wondering if Lincoln was here?”
I feel like I’m going to vomit. I have to shove my hands into my jeans pockets so she doesn’t see them trembling. I no doubt look like I’m about to have a complete breakdown, I’m that scared, but I’m more afraid of the unknown. And the unknown is the monster who is closing in on me, a monster I never want to face again in my life.
So, I’ll go with this fear.
I’ll go with Lincoln.
“He is, can I ask your name?”
“Ah...Ellie.”
She nods, studying me for a moment, and then beaming, “I’ll go and get him, please take a seat.”
I sit down, knees trembling, hands still stuffed into my pockets. I swallow over and over, as many times as I can, to try and stop myself from vomiting all over this beautiful floor. I stare down, too afraid to even look up. What am I going to say to him? Will he try and hug me? Will it be awkward? Will he refuse me? I don’t know our history, I only know I am supposedly the love of his brother’s life, and that’s it.
I don’t remember anymore.
And I hate that.
I hate it so damned much.
The door opens and I lift my head, looking up. My eyes widen at the sight of the man stepping into the office. I thought Slater was huge, and scary, but this man...this man...oh God. He’s terrifying, and yet incredibly beautiful. Just like his brother. Only on a bigger scale. His eyes are browner than Slater’s, whose are mostly black. His skin is the same olive tone, and his hair equally as dark, only Lincoln’s is cropped short, maybe only an inch long on his head, and sort of messy. He’s also covered in tattoos, they’re up his arms, down his legs, hell, there is one crawling up his neck.
But.
He’s breathtaking.
So incredibly good looking it almost hurts to stare at him.
I stand, and he just stares at me, for a good long moment, he just takes me in. “Ellie,” he says, his voice gruff, and low, and equally as powerful as he is. “Know it’s you standin’ in front of me, but still can’t fuckin’ believe my eyes. Never thought I’d see your face again.”
God.
“I,” I try to get my voice out, but it’s shaky and weak.
“Bernie,” Lincoln says, turning to the receptionist. “Give us a minute.”
She nods, and quickly leaves the room. That only makes me more nervous, because now we’re in here alone, and I don’t know what to say, or do.
“Heard he found you, also heard you didn’t remember anything. Good to fuckin’ see you, you have no fuckin’ idea how good. But gotta know, what’re you doin’ at my shop, Ellie? Last I heard, you kicked Slater out of your apartment.”
I swallow, take a deep shaky breath, and whisper, “I know. And, I’m sorry for that, but I don’t remember...I wish I did. I really wish I did, but it’s all a mess in my head. That’s not why I’m here.”
“Care to tell me why you’re here, then?”
“I...I need help.”
He studies me, tipping his head to the side just slightly. “What sort of help?”
“I...it’s kind of a long story, but to put it short, the man who had me all the years I was missing, is looking for me. And he’s got men getting very close to where I am. And I’m afraid. And I know the police don’t have what it takes to keep me safe. But...I know you do. You and your brothers...and maybe that club.”