Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Marek is approaching the gate, and I quickly duck down, to ensure I’m unable to be seen. I keep my eye on them, while shielding myself as best I can. Heart racing, I watch as his eyes scan the woods, before focusing back on the car. The man reaches in, and when he reappears, my heart stops beating. For a solid moment, it feels as though my entire body is going to melt into the ground and fade into nothing.
Because what I see, has everything inside me breaking.
The man has Hope.
Pressing a hand to my mouth, I force back a cry of horror as the man holds little Hope by the arm. She’s calm, but I can see the fear in her eyes as she glances up at Marek. He looks down at her, and if he so much as lays a fucking hand on her, I’ll kill him myself. Surprisingly, he doesn’t, he leans down and speaks to her. Hope gives a little nod, and he takes over by holding on to her shoulder and leading her through the gates.
Bile rises in my throat as panic seizes my heart.
I need to get her.
My plan of getting back to the club just changed, and I know I cannot step foot out of this place without that little girl. An instinct inside me, so strong, takes over and my plan changes. I watch on, hoping I’ll see a way in. If he puts Hope in a cage, I’ll never be able to get her out. Squinting my eyes, I push the shrub aside a little more, so I can see where Marek is leading her. Straight into the main tent.
He'll keep her in his RV if he has any soul.
I’m praying that’s the case, at least.
Why has he got Hope?
Is it because Fury didn’t come for me?
Does he want that money so badly, or is there something else I’m missing?
Either way, I’m not leaving without her.
When the guards change their stations, I’ll be running onto the grounds, and I’ll find a way to get her out.
A sharp pain shoots through my stomach, and I double over from its intensity. Biting down on my lower lip until I taste blood, I try to stop the moan of pain escaping my lips. The bleeding is getting worse, and so is the pain. With every cramp, something inside me breaks a little more. Gritting my teeth to stop the tears, I think of Hope. I can’t do anything about what’s happening to my body, but I can do something about what’s happening to her.
Breathing through the pain, I look up just in time to see the guard stepping away from the main gate. He’s about to walk to the next post, or swap with someone else, and I have a matter of seconds. Without thought, I push away from the bushes, and I run. I run with everything I have, keeping as low as possible as I dart through the front gates. A gravelly voice yelling has me pressing my back against the main tent, heart racing, as I slide around the side as quietly as I can.
“What was that?”
“I don’t know. Check the area.”
Shit.
Shit.
Did they see me?
I need to hide.
Glancing around, I know there is one place I can hide that I’ll basically blend in.
I rush towards the tent where all the girls are in cages.
There is a guard at the front door, and I’m immediately forced to stop. Mind racing, I press against an old caravan, slipping around the back of it and going to the back of the tent. Trying to keep my breathing as steady as I can, I drop to the ground and crawl, trying to find a place on the base of the tent that I can slip in. There is one next to a secured back exit, where the peg has been hastily hammered into the ground. Curling my fingers around the heavy material, I push up as hard as I can, making just enough room for me to shove my head beneath.
With great effort, I manage to slide myself into the tent.
For a moment, I lay there, completely still on my back, my breathing ragged as I wait to see if I have been caught. When no guards come and haul me out, I push up and glance around. The dim light shows me the line of cages, and my eyes immediately search for Ellie. She isn’t here. Every cage I crawl past has a woman in it, but none of them are her. The terrifying thing is, none of them seem to acknowledge me at all. It’s as if they’re drugged.
Are they?
Is that how he keeps them so damned quiet?
The front entrance is suddenly open, and two guards stand, flashing their lights around the cages.
I have seconds.