Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
I flip my phone in my hand and slide it carefully into the pocket of the blazer I’m wearing. I have no idea if it will help, but Marco asked me to do it and I’m going to try. Fear begins to claw at me again when I notice the vehicle has slowed down and is turning into somewhere—I’m afraid to look where exactly. Instead, I begin silently praying and do my best not to move and keep my breathing steady so that Zervas will think I’m still unconscious. When he opens the door it’s all I can do not to move. It gets almost impossible when I feel his hand on my cheek, I try to blank my mind and pretend I’m somewhere else.
“Damn I really knocked you out, Didn’t I, Hel? That’s good. You’ll think twice before you piss me off again.” He leans down because now I can feel his breath against my ear. Next, his voice drops down into a whisper. “I think you’re just pretending, but I’m going to go with it because I don’t need some nosy bitch in the hotel calling the law. So, you sit tight. Just know I parked you right in front of the door and I can see every move you make. You so much as try and open this door? I’ll let you get two steps away and then I’ll shoot you with this gun I’m carrying. I won’t even think twice. Without your money, I’m a dead man, so I have no fucks to give. You do what you’re told and maybe when this is over, I’ll grant you one last wish and that wish will be to leave the people you care about breathing. I have a list. You don’t get around many people, but I know that bitch Liberty is someone you like, as is Melina. If you think I can’t get to them, you’re wrong. Levkin already has people in DeLuca’s organization. I can get to her anytime I want. That’s how I’m going to get to Stratakis. So, the choice is yours. Now be a good little dog and continue to play dead.”
With that he slams the door. I ignore the tears stinging my eyes and carefully glance out the window. The parking lot is well lit, and it’s not pitch black outside yet, either. I can see him fairly well and unfortunately, he wasn’t lying. I am parked right outside the double glass doors of the hotel. I read the name on the sign above—The Strand. We’re not on the strip and this place is obviously a small hotel. I pull my phone out and quickly hit redial, knowing Marco was the last person I talked to before I went to work this morning. Now, I’m just praying he can still get my calls.
“Ena. Fuck, please tell me this is you.”
“It’s me,” I whisper hoarsely, tears immediately sliding down my cheeks.
“We’re tracking your phone baby. You need to hide it keep it with you somehow if you can.”
“I’m at a hotel, he’s inside checking us in. It’s not on the strip, but I do think we’re in Vegas.”
“What’s the name of the hotel, baby?”
“The Strand.”
“Okay sweetheart. I’m getting closer. I’ll be there soon, but I’m sending EZ and his men to you now. You’re going to be okay.”
“EZ? You know EZ?”
“I do. I’m the reason he sought you out,” he says. I digest that information. I guess it should have hit me sooner that he did. I should have realized that’s how he knew I’d been kidnapped. “Are you okay?” Marco asks.
“Scared, but I’m okay,” I whisper.
“Good. You’re doing so good, baby. I promise you that this shit is almost over. I have men coming to join EZ and his crew. That motherfucker won’t know what is about to hit him and he won’t touch you. I just need you to try and go along with him for now so that he gives you a little freedom. Can you do that for me?”
“I can try.”
“That’s my girl. I swear to God when this is over, I’m taking you to an island where we’re the only two people there and we’re not leaving.”
“As long as I can feel your arms around me again, I don’t care,” I admit. “Are you sure EZ can get here soon?”
I hear him ask someone how far EZ is from here, but he must have put his hand over the receiver because his question is muffled. “Ena,” he says after turning back to our conversation, “he’s about twenty minutes away. This is almost over. You keep yourself safe, please. I need you safe, Princess.”
“I’ll try,” I promise.
“Leave our call connected but hide your phone. Okay, sweetheart?”
“I’ll try.”
“Good girl. Now hide the phone while he’s still gone. I’ll be listening. I’m with you and when I get there, Ena, I’m never letting you leave me again.”