Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Exactly what is this place?” I ask, and Justin looks at me, the lights of the dash bouncing off his face.
“Imagine a horror movie, and then add the mob to that shit, and this is what you would come up with,” he explains, and I look over my shoulder at Lane tied up in the backseat, and even in the dark, I notice his eyes are filled with fear.
“You picked the wrong side,” I tell him quietly, hearing him groan through the gag and duck tape covering his mouth.
Pulling up to the dark house, I watch a large man wearing a wife-beater, jeans, and boots, with a shotgun resting over his shoulder, walk up to the passenger side of Kai’s SUV. Seeing him nod and walk off toward the house, he comes back out a few minutes later, getting on a four-wheeler. Following behind him and the SUV in front of us, we drive out for miles, ending in the middle of the dark desert. Getting out when we stop, I look around then watch as the guy, Dino, heads a few feet away and pulls open a hatch.
“What the fuck?” I hiss, seeing that down a set of stairs set into the ground is a concrete room. The walls are covered with different tools, with a metal-framed chair set in the middle bolted to the ground.
“Told you this was the shit scary movies are made of,” Justin whispers from my side, and I look at him then open the back door, drag Lane out, and then yank him down the stairs into the room.
Pushing him into the metal chair in the middle of the room, I rip the tape off his mouth and pull out the gag, tossing it to the floor.
“I can’t believe you betrayed me,” I murmur, cutting the plastic ties holding his wrists together. As soon as he’s free, he does what I knew he would do. His arm swings out. Ducking under his fist, I lift my elbow, ramming it up under his chin. His head flies back and his teeth gnash together so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if a few broke. Grabbing a long leather strap off the wall, I wrap it around his throat and pull back. His hands rip at the strap trying to pull it off, but I hold it tighter.
“What the fuck we’re you thinking?” I ask close to his ear, as his face turns purple.
“Pretty sure he can’t answer if he can’t breathe” Kenton says blandly from my side, so I loosen the strap and listen as Lane sucks in hair while Justin secures his hands to frame of the chair.
“You’re gonna die.” He laughs, rolling his head on his shoulders. “You’re all gonna die.”
“What did they offer you?” I ask and his eyes focus on mine, a creepy smile lighting his eyes.
“You’re dead,” He licks his lips, and I notice blood coating his teeth. “I was going to make her my whore,” he whispers and my blood turns cold. “Take her from the club, say I dropped her at home, take her away, so you wouldn’t have been able to find her. She would have been mine.” He laughs. “I would have fucked her in every hole in her fucking body, and when I was finished, I would have passed her along to someone else to use,” he says and I search the walls of the room looking for something worthy of him. My eyes stop on a pair of lawn sheers with dark silver blades and long black handles.
“That was your plan when you drugged her?” I ask nodding to the wall. Kai’s eyes flare as he pulls the sheers down, passing them to Justin who hands them to me.
“I wouldn’t have taken her when she was drugged.” He smiles his creepy smile again as I test the weight of the sheers. “I would have waited until she knew it was me fucking her in the ass.”
Nodding, I flip the sheers over and use both hands to cut off his fingers one by one. Roaring in agony, his face pales as his blood drains onto the floor. Dipping my face closer to his, I mutter, “Now I’m gonna cut off your cock.” Seeing fear in his eyes, I smile. By the time I’m done with him, he’s unconscious and we’ve learned everything we could from him including who his contact with Paulie is.
*
“Are you fucking shitting me?” Justin roars into his phone as he slams the door to the Suburban. Stepping around the back, I watch him pace then feel Kenton and Kai come up next to me.
“What’s going on?” Kenton asks, and I look at him and shrug then back at Justin when he pulls back his arm, tossing his phone off into the distance.
“His wife fucking killed him!” he roars, reaching his hand up and pulling his hair.