Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I can’t breathe.
I’m dizzy.
“Sully!” one of the Fords shouts.
At first I think he’s talking to the one in front of me, but then the unthinkable happens. Another Ford appears. This is a joke. I’m dreaming. I’m stuck in some horrible nightmare.
They’re triplets.
Terrible, terrifying triplets.
“What the fuck did you do, Scout?” the one who just entered, and who I think is Sully, snarls. “What the fuck did you do?”
Sully approaches me and I start shaking my head. Tears are spilling down my cheeks, but I’m unable to stop them.
“Hey, honey,” Sully says. “Let me take Della. You look like you’re about to fall over.”
He reaches for her, but my grip tightens.
“Don’t touch her,” I hiss. “Don’t touch me either. Where’s Ty?”
“Ty.” Scout, the evil one, grins. “He’s at home, I guess.”
He’s playing with me. I’m nothing but a game. A freaking toy.
“Sparrow,” Sully growls at the other brother. “Snap out of it. We have to deal with this.”
Sparrow, with eyes like dark maple syrup, stares at me with a mixture of shame and disappointment. Like he’s given up on something. I want to shake him and smack him.
Sully is closer now. When he grabs Della, I don’t have the strength to keep her in my arms. I watch, helplessly, as he tugs her away from me and disappears with her.
No.
This can’t be happening.
Scout grabs hold of my backpack and roughly drags it off my body before tossing it into the floor.
“Chevy,” I whisper, pleading with Sparrow. “What’s happening? Why are you doing this?”
He closes his eyes and bows his head.
“Don’t worry, prickly princess, we’re going to take real good care of you,” Scout says, his rumbling voice behind me. “Be a good girl and don’t scream.”
I do scream.
But the second I do, his hand clamps over my mouth while his other one hooks around me, pinning me to him. I kick out and struggle, fighting this man who’s holding me captive—who lured me here by using Ty somehow.
My foot connects with something, or someone in this case. Sparrow’s eyes fly to mine. I expect him to pounce on his brother and rescue me because we slept together. We had a connection. He cares about me.
But he does nothing.
Watches me as his brother drags me away kicking and fighting with everything in me. Scout’s limp is pronounced, but it does nothing to deter from his strength. The last thing I see is Sparrow turn his back to me. Then, with a sinister slam, Scout closes a door between us.
I’m trapped with a monster.
Again.
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