Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“We’re leaving the girl here as an incentive. A show of good faith, if you want to call it that. Don’t worry though. You’re still going to come.” He snickered.
Then he turned and regarded the whimpering Janie, holding on to my arm now, gripping it so tightly that I couldn’t cover up the wince.
“You stay here. Tell that old man that we’ve got something he wants. It’s us making the call now.” The man, Glen, instructed Janie.
Relief poured through me at knowing that he was leaving Janie here. Thank God, he only wanted me.
The door opened and he all but shoved me out of it. The only thing keeping me upright was his rough grip on my arm. Janie’s squeal of alarm brought my attention back to her as she started to come towards me, wanting only to help.
“Janie, baby. It’s okay. You stay here, talk to Silas for me. Tell him what this man told you, okay, sweetie?” I pleaded with her, hoping that she’d stop her advancement.
Luckily, she listened, and the door closed behind us, cutting off my view of her. “Get to the truck. Don’t fuck around. No sudden moves or the girl’s going with us, too.”
When I was in the truck, Glen followed me in, shutting the doors behind him. When he turned, I was too slow to react, and found his face close to mine. I shrunk as far into the side of the van that I could, but there was just nowhere for me to go. I was stuck.
“Zander tells me you have a hot pussy. I think I’ll try it out later.” He jeered, running his rough hands down the side of my face, and then down lower, in between my breasts, and down my stomach.
I puked. Everywhere.
Boy did I puke, too. It wasn’t one of those dainty throw ups where you bend over and it comes out. No, this one was projectile. It went from the bottom of my stomach, out my mouth, covering Glen, past Glen, and then covering the wall behind him.
I’d eaten a ton of cookie dough, bacon, eggs, and pancakes in the hours since I’d woken that day. There was a lot to throw up. Eventually, though, it stopped and silence poured through the van.
The men in the front seat looked on in horror, and I cringed back, praying his retaliation wouldn’t hurt too bad. But it did.
His fist snapped out, landing along my jaw, snapping it like a piece of kindling with his massive fist.
The blow sent my head into the back of the van, hitting it so hard that the glass cracked on the window behind me. My vision swam, and I prayed that I’d wake up, and still have my clothes intact. Still be living.
I lost the fight with consciousness in the next moment, staying awake long enough to feel the next blow that landed on my chest, stealing the oxygen from my lungs before I passed out completely.
Chapter 24
Welcome to the party, pal.
-Die Hard
James
“How long is this going to take, Payton?” A muffled voice whispered.
My eyes felt heavy, like I’d been sleeping really hard. Kind of like when I took Nyquil for a cold. My eyelids didn’t want to open, and it took me a long time to finally pry them apart, but everything was fuzzy.
“His eyes are opening now. Oh, Jesus, I’m going to get fired. I’m going to lose my license.” Payton whispered sadly.
“Oh, shut up. You just gave him the meds. You didn’t steal them from the Pixus like I did.” Cheyenne groaned.
She sounded worried as well, and it was starting to make me curious. Why on earth would they be stealing drugs? Why did my head feel like it was filled with cotton? Why did my chest feel like something was sitting on it? What the hell was shoved up my dick?
“James?” Winter asked.
I blinked my eyes furiously, trying to clear the sleep from them. It took a couple of minutes, but I finally made out Winter’s bright red hair, as well as Payton’s pink, and Cheyenne’s, Blaine’s, and Ember’s blonde.
“What the hell?” I croaked.
Another face leaned in and surveyed my face.
Sebastian.
He looked haggard. Bags resided under his eyes making it look like he hadn’t slept in well past the normal amount of time. His beard nearly looked unkempt, which was a rarity for him. He was a neat freak Marine. They didn’t allow their hair to get unruly.
Then a thought hit me. Although I saw Winter, Cheyenne, and the rest of the girls, I didn’t see Janie and I didn’t see Shiloh.
“Where’re my girls?” I grated out.
It felt like I’d deep throated a mace. Jesus, my throat rivaled my chest.
Then little things started to click into place. The silence from my question started my brain working again, and panic hit me. I remembered riding to work, stopping at a stop sign, texting Sam, and then laying down flat against the asphalt. Then nothing.
“What’s wrong? Cheyenne, please tell me. Please,” I begged.
I hadn’t realized that I was about to cry until my vision went blurry again. Blinking the tears away, I focused on my sister, and when she still didn’t tell me, I turned my stare to Sebastian. His eyes, although haunted, were also filled with fury.
“They’re dead.” I finally said, horror filling my voice.
Sebastian shook his head. “Janie’s fine. Shaken, but fine. Sam’s got her. I know where Shiloh is, too. But...I need you to get her out. It’s been two days, and if we wait much longer, they’re just going to kill her.” Sebastian explained.
I’d begun ripping out IVs and removing shit that was stuck to me before he’d even finished. It was when I started to stand that I realized that the stupid thing was still in my dick. “Tell me how to get this out.” I demanded pointing at the offending area under my gown.
Cheyenne blushed, and left the room, as did everyone but Payton. “Want me to do it?”
“Just tell me what to do.” I growled as I started to rip the gown off when I realized it’d be leaving me naked in front of my best friend’s wife, and stopped.