Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Oh, that was just my men killing yours. Nothing for you to worry about, Saskia.”
I could have pulled away, but this time his hand is back on me, and he’s lifting me and taking me to the car. He pushes me in and stands on the outside of the door, so I can’t open it and escape. The doors lock, and the driver starts the car as Amy sits next to me. I want to claw her fucking eyes out, reach for that injury and dig my nails in so far to see if she’ll scream.
“Your brain doesn’t turn off much, does it?” she asks.
The car speeds up, and I inch closer to the door. Traffic is everywhere, but the car windows are blacked out the tinting is so dark. My hand reaches for the lock, while she picks at her nails.
“Oh, it does, when I’m sleeping.”
Amy laughs at my words and I manage to unlock the door without her noticing. Looking forward, the driver doesn’t seem to be slowing down, but the road is full of cars.
“You’re jealous of me, aren’t you? That I’m prettier than you.”
Her lips form a tight line, and she looks ahead. I’ve managed to maneuver my hand on the handle. I’m not going back. No fucking way. Not a chance in hell.
“You don’t—” Her words are cut off as I open the door and fling myself out, jumping from the moving car. She screams, but I don’t care. My back and head hit the ground hard, but even trying to protect my head doesn’t do much. I hear screeching, and cars stop all around me. A man in a silver car gets out and walks toward me. He doesn’t look to be one of them, but I’m cautious nonetheless as I sit up to get away from him. Even if I can’t move far.
“Miss, miss, please don’t move. You jumped from a moving car. You may have some serious injuries.”
I shake my head and look at the car that I was in. It’s no longer there, they kept on driving. Thank fuck. Now I have to get out of here and as far away from her as possible.
“I’m fine.” The minute the words leave my mouth I know I’m not.
“No miss... please. I’m a doctor. At least let me take you to the hospital.”
I ignore him and attempt to stand. Some cars around us start moving again, apart from the one behind us which is his silver car. His hand slides under me, and he helps me stand, so I don’t fall.
“I don’t want a hospital,” I reply with shaky legs.
He doesn’t argue with me, escorting me to his car. “I have a clinic. Will you come with me there? Just so I can make sure you haven’t broken anything or have a concussion? You need a medical assessment.” He smiles kindly.
“No one else?” He looks at me in surprise. “Okay.”
He sighs as he opens his car door and I get in the best way I can. He runs around to his side, gets in and starts the engine. We pull off onto the street and sit in silence as he drives. My back hurts, and my head is pounding so hard I’m afraid it’s going to explode.
“Do you have anything for my headache?” I ask.
He shakes his head then looks to me. “We’re almost there. Once I assess you, I can give you something.” We pull into a doctor’s office and he gets out, coming around to my side to help me out. He walks with me, his hand on my hip, careful to not hurt me as he unlocks the door and turns on the lights. Assisting me on to a bed, he looks me over, checks everything and steps back, passing me some pain meds. “You should be watched closely for the next twenty-four hours, you hit your head pretty hard.”
I ignore his word of warning. “I need to go back home.”
He looks down, and that’s when I actually look at him. His hair is light, his face is soft, and he’s kind. Something I haven’t seen or been around for quite some time. Even Ryken’s not kind. Ryken wants me, and no one’s going to stop him from getting me. Even me.
“Umm... can I ask where your clothes are?”
Shit! I pull Ryken’s shirt down as far as it will go.
“You don’t happen to have any ladies clothing lying around, do you?”
He looks past me and walks to a closet, opening it and pulling out a woman’s skirt. He leans over and passes it to me. “This do? It’s my assistant’s.”
I nod. “Thank you.”
“What’s your name?”
“Sorry, it’s Saskia.”
“Well, Saskia... I don’t want to sound like a police officer or an investigator. But hey...” he smiles, “... you did jump from a moving car almost right into mine.” He shrugs his shoulders, and I try to not smile at his choice of words. “But, I must ask? Is someone hurting you? Do you have a problem you want to share?” He looks down to my wrist, then to my leg, where there’s no doubt as there’s a fresh wound courtesy of Amy.