Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
He shrugs. “Why not?” He shuffles over and opens the door for me.
“Thank you.” I smile as I walk calmly into the hallway. I wait for ten minutes and then head straight toward the lifts. I watch the dial above the doors and as it opens I step out into the corridor. I look left and then right. I walk down the hallway toward our original room and I hesitate and swipe the card key across the lock. I brace myself.
I open the door and glance around. Nobody is here.
Huh?
I walk through the room and they have been here, but it looks like they have just left.
Why have they left?
My eyes search the room as I try to work out where they have gone. Are they coming back?
I go to the wardrobe and open the safe combination and my gun is still in there.
What are the chances?
I take it out and walk to the window and glance around the room again. Then I see it.
The blonde wig, it’s on the chair.
Rosh was here.
They have her.
I kick the wall as hard as I can. “Fuck!” I yell. I run my hands through my hair in frustration. Why did I leave her alone?
My phone rings and I look at the screen. Chris. I close my eyes as I think and then I answer.
“Hey.”
“Oh my fucking God. Where are you? Have you seen the fucking television?”
I pause for a moment. “Yeah, I saw it.”
“Do you have her?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Fuck me!” he screams. “Hand yourself in. What the fuck is going on?”
I rub my hand through my hair. “It’s not how it looks. I kidnapped her to save her life and now Vikinos is after her.”
“W-what?” he stammers.
“Chris, listen to me. I need you to do something.”
He stays silent.
“The hit I ordered. It’s on Vikinos.”
“The drug lord Vikinos?”
I nod. “That’s him, he’s her father.”
“What the fuck, Stace? Stop it. Stop acting fucking crazy and hand yourself in. This girl is fucking trouble, she’s going to get you fucking killed.”
“Chris, listen to me. If something happens to me, you need to look after her.”
“What? No. I want you safe. Hand yourself in.”
“I’m in love with her.”
“Stace. You’ve lost it.”
“If the hit comes through and I am not here, tell the agency that their payment is the diamonds that are hidden in the light fitting in room 3590 at the Venetian,” I reply.
“Diamonds. What fucking diamonds?” he yells. “I can’t fucking believe this. You have stolen fucking diamonds from Vikinos. Jesus Christ, Stace!”
“They are worth more that the thirty million I offered.”
“I’m not doing it,” he snaps.
“I love you, man.” I sigh sadly.
“Stace, stop. Listen to me, hand yourself in. We can get you off. I need you to hand yourself in. Don’t do anything fucking stupid.”
“Goodbye, Chris.” I hang up before he can say another word and put my phone on silent. It rings immediately again.
I close my eyes as I try to pull myself together. Damn it. I leave the room and run down the hall and jump in the elevator. I take it to the underground parking lot and calm myself as we get to the bottom. I can’t bring attention to myself.
Where were the fucking cops? They were supposed to have her, the stupid fucks. I am so fucking angry right now.
The doors open and I walk casually out into the parking lot and make a beeline for the back row of cars. I take out my gun and smash the window of a sedan and climb in. I pull the cover off the front dash and hotwire the car. I check the gas, nearly a full tank. That’s going to have to do. I reverse out and then floor it through the parking lot and drive straight through the gate that is down. The car smashes through out into the early morning and I floor it up the highway.
I take out my phone and put on the Find My Phone app and I hold my breath as I wait.
Finally, the little red light flashes.
Got you, baby.
Hold on.
* * *
Rosh
Relief hits me. I did it. I got her out of here. I turn to face my father; my murdering, cold-blooded father.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“I want you to marry Antonio.”
My eyes hold his. I need to distract him long enough for her to run. “Why?” I ask.
He starts to pace again as he puts his hand behind his back. “I told you, I’m dying.”
Can’t come soon enough.
My eyes turn to the men around me. Six in total. Four I was in the car with, and then the two guards with guns. His bodyguards.
I start to slowly look around for the exits. “Why do you need me?” I ask.
“I want to hand what I have worked so hard for down to my blood son.”