Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Today, he’s wearing a pale green suit, and it makes the green ring around his irises pop. The brown almost looks gold, and once again, it reminds me of a tiger.
Immediately I know he’s in charge from the power radiating from him.
My breaths keep bursting over my lips, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
A chair is brought in, and without even looking, the man takes a seat while casually undoing the buttons of his jacket.
Jesus, he’s terrifying.
Slowly his eyes settle on me before moving to Dad and stopping on Dr. Bentall. There’s so much rage in his gaze it makes my fear grow tenfold.
When his eyes flick back to me, I flinch from the startling impact of having them focused on me.
It feels like an eternity passes before he takes a deep breath and nods at one of his men.
One by one, we’re searched. They take Dr. Bentall and Dad’s phones and wallets, and tossing the wallets on the metal table, they hand the phones to the man who’s in charge.
When his lips part, his voice is such a low and deep timbre it makes shivers rush over my skin.
“Do any of you know who I am?”
I instantly shake my head, my hair wildly flipping over my shoulders.
“Renzo Torrisi,” Dad whispers, his tone drenched with fear.
My eyes flit between Dad and the man.
The man holds Dad’s gaze as he demands, “Who did you buy the kidney from?”
What?
When I gasp, Renzo’s eyes flick back to me, and I cringe again.
“Dr. Bentall made all the arrangements,” Dad answers hurriedly.
Renzo keeps staring at me as he asks, “Who was your contact?”
I’m about to wet myself as I whisper, “I don’t know.”
Annoyance flashes over Renzo’s face before he looks at Dr. Bentall, who quickly answers, “A man by the name of Manual Castellanos.”
Renzo pulls his phone out of his breast pocket and makes a call.
A moment later, he murmurs, “I have a name. Find Manual Castellanos…no, I haven’t killed them yet.”
My body goes numb for a moment, and I sway forward before catching myself from falling face-first onto the concrete floor.
Terror keeps washing over me, prickling my skin and making my mind feel hazy.
I’ve experienced intense fear before when I was told I was going to die, but it’s nothing compared to what I’m feeling right now.
Chapter 14
Skylar
A million questions bombard me, but I don’t have the guts to ask any of them.
My knees ache, and my body feels weak. I sway again, and it brings Renzo’s attention back to me.
“With you still recovering from the transplant, this must be taking a toll on your body,” he says, his tone biting.
“She’s innocent in all of this!” Dad suddenly exclaims.
Renzo’s eyes flick to the man who’s holding a gun. I assume he’s a guard, and without a word passing between them, the man walks to Dad and slams the gun into the side of his head.
“No!” I cry desperately.
“Shut up,” the guard hisses at me.
Whimpering, I scoot closer to Dad, but the guard aims the gun at me, and it has me instantly freezing.
“No, please,” Dad begs as he quickly moves between the gun and me.
Tears spill over my cheeks, and a sob explodes from my burning chest.
“Enough!” Renzo’s voice is like a whip tearing through raw skin, and I swear my bladder is a second away from failing me.
Giving Renzo a pleading look, I press my lips together to keep the sobs from escaping me.
There’s no mercy on his face as he watches me cry, and I realize we’re all going to die.
After everything I’ve been through, I’m still going to die.
Unlike before, when I had to face death, I don’t have time to process it. There’s no making peace with the inevitable.
The ringing of a phone startles the hell out of me, and Renzo answers the call. “What do you have for me?”
He listens for a while, then says, “Let me know if you find out where the fucker is.”
When he ends the call, his enraged gaze settles on Dr. Bentall. “Tell me everything you know about the group who calls themselves The Harvest.”
Dr. Bentall shifts on his knees as he hastily answers, “They operate worldwide. The few times I’ve needed an organ, I contacted Manual. That’s all I know.”
“Have you ever met him in person?” Renzo asks.
Dr. Bentall nods. “Twice.”
“Can you arrange a meeting?” another question is fired from Renzo.
“He’ll be suspicious if I ask him to meet, especially so soon after asking for a kidney.”
Renzo stares at Dr. Bentall until there’s so much tension in the room it’s suffocating.
“Then I have no reason to keep you alive.” The threatening words shudder through me, and my tears dry up as ruthless fear grips me in a chokehold.
Renzo nods his head, and when the guard closes in on Dr. Bentall, the doctor starts to ramble,” No! Wait. I’ll contact him. I’ll find a way to set up a meeting.”