Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Her legs were bound together, and her hands were above her head, tied to the headboard.
God. What in the hell?
She struggled to get her hands free, but a gasp of pain left her as the rope that was used to bind her wrists dug into her flesh even harder, abrading her.
Her heart was beating so hard it hurt, and sweat lined her brow and between her breasts. She looked down at herself, breathing out when she realized she was at least wearing her clothes. But who had put them on her?
“Hello?” She whispered at first, not sure if she should have even said anything for fear of who’d put her in this room and strung her up.
Silence greeted her.
She didn’t know what to do. Maybe screaming wasn’t the best choice given the fact whoever had put her in this situation didn’t want her to leave. But what if someone else could hear her, help her?
“Help,” she screamed out, willing to take that chance. Angelina struggled harder, gritting her teeth against the pain of the rope tightening around her wrists. She tried in vain again to recall what in the hell happened after she’d gotten in the bath, but the more she tried to remember, the more her head hurt. “Help,” she cried out again. She glanced around, and even knowing what was in the room, she looked for another way out.
First you have to get yourself untied.
And then, pushing past the pain to get to her memories, it sparked in her brain like a light bulb coming on. She remembered someone coming up from behind her, his big body dwarfing hers.
He’d been in a dark t-shirt and denim, his face hard in expression, cold in appearance. He’d held a rag over her mouth and nose, and she hadn’t been able to help but breathe in. It had been a sickly-sweet odor, one that had made it impossible to fight him back.
After that, everything had gone dark.
She’d been taken by God only knew who, and all she could think about was the shit that would be done to her. Was this someone getting back at her father, her family? Was it just some run of the mill psycho?
Angelina had been right about being followed, about having that fear consume her at every turn. She should have taken better precautions at staying safe.
I should have run.
She heard the sound of heavy boots coming closer to the closed door. She held her breath, her entire body tensing, her pulse beating hard and frantic. Sweat started to cover her face and the back of her neck, sliding down the valley between her breasts.
All she could think about was what would happen.
Maybe it wasn’t someone after her father or just a maniac. Maybe it was her father. Had she finally been found? Was it his men that had done this to her? It wasn’t Sal’s normal move, but it had been months since she’d spoken to her father, and she knew desperate times made people do twisted things.
The Cardonas weren’t known for their levelheaded or rational thinking.
She could hear the thumping of her heart beating wildly, and as she watched the door handle turn, she felt the rise of fear.
Angelina had lived a life that was filled with violence and danger. She was used to knowing fear was something that held people in check, but she’d always been surrounded by others who wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
But Angelina had hated that life, and that was why she’d left, run from it all and was staying low.
And look at where I’m at now.
The door pushed open, and she felt her eyes widen at the beast of a man standing in the threshold.
It’s him, from my bathroom, the one that drugged me.
This man, who wore a pair of loose fitting worn-in jeans, a dark T-shirt, and a biker leather vest, was by far the largest man she’d seen.
On his vest the name “Fury” was stitched into a patch on one side of the leather.
He just stood there, staring at her from the doorway, and the power and strength that came from him frightened her to the point she felt her hands shake in their bonds.
He didn’t say anything for a long moment, and that made him all the more frightening. She licked her lips, not knowing if she should say anything. But then he brought his bottle of beer to his mouth and took a long drink from it as he watched her intently.
Angelina started to hyperventilate when he took a step closer. He walked over to the dresser and set the bottle on it, watching her the whole time.
“What do you want? Why am I here?” she finally managed to stutter out. She tried moving back on the bed, instinct telling her to get away from him, but being bound only allowed her to bend her knees.