Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“I see you’re getting harder; spending time with those scumbag bikers will do that to you. No skin off my nose, it makes it a lot more fun for me. I’ll be back for you soon, and we’re going to discuss my plan. I bet you’re excited, oh, and Amalie ...”
He leans closer, so his blue eyes lock on mine.
“If you try to do anything to escape, I will gut you, slowly, and send your insides to your precious fuckin’ boyfriend.”
Then he drives a fist into my stomach so hard I stumble backward, the wind being knocked out of me. I gasp and pant, pain radiating through my body. The man holding me opens the door and throws me in as if I’m nothing more than a rag-doll. I hit the ground with a cry and roll to my side, fighting the agony pounding through my stomach and spine. I lay like that for a while, trying to catch my breath, trying to stop myself from completely breaking down.
I finally get the courage to push myself up, and I freeze.
I’m not alone in this room.
Sitting against the wall, knees to her chest, face bloodied, hair a ratty mess, is the redhead I saw at the club the other week. Her eyes meet mine, and my heart aches for her. I know exactly how brutal Treyton can be, and I only spent less than an hour in his monstrous hands.
How long as she been here?
“Amalie, right?” the girl croaks.
I nod, eyes wide, staring at her. “W-W-Who are you?”
“Charlie.”
Charlie.
She’s the girl that they’ve all been worried because she’s been missing.
Treyton has had her this whole time.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
It seems like a stupid question, because clearly she’s not okay, but I don’t know what else to say.
“I’m alive,” she tells me, and her lips look dry like she hasn’t had water for a few days. “They got hold of you, too, huh? They said they were going to take Scarlett down, then kill me, to make a point. I guess they didn’t get that far.”
They very nearly did take Scarlett down; if it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t be here. That thought has my chest clenching. I never want to imagine that situation, not even for a second.
“They tried shooting her at her concert,” I tell Charlie. “I saw the light and pushed her down. They took me instead. I’m guessing they’re not going to send me back alive.”
My whole body twists in fear at that thought, because Treyton has given his warning, by simply beating us, this time he’s serious. He’s had enough. And he wants to let the club know he means business, which means he’s going to do something that’ll stop them in their tracks, and what better than giving Malakai a broken heart he’ll not recover from?
Smart, terrifying man.
“I don’t think they plan on sending either of us back alive, from what I’ve heard. The original plan was to have Scarlett killed in front of everyone, to make such a scene that the club would know they are willing to do anything and everything to prove to them they won’t stop until they back down. Then they were going to send my dead body back, to prove they knew the club’s every step.”
“And instead I ruined their plans, and now they have me,” I finish for her.
“Two for one. They’ll send us both back, I’d guarantee it. Anything to put a spanner in the works, anything to shake the club up so much they feel fear, and pain, and rage. Treyton wants a war, and he’s willing to kill anyone that gets in his way, including us.”
Vomit rises in my throat, and my skin prickles with fear. How in the hell are we supposed to get out of this one? How will Charlie and I stop him from killing us? We won’t. Not unless Malakai finds us in time, but he’s been looking for months, without any luck. How is he supposed to find us before Treyton does whatever it is he’s planning to do?
“We’re not getting out of here, are we?” I whisper, crawling over in agony and sitting beside her, still facing her enough so I can see what she’s saying.
“I’m going to give it a damn good go.”
Her voice is stern, even though she looks like she’s about to pass out from a blend of exhaustion and pain. She’s a strong woman, she holds it like it’s a part of her, a part she isn’t afraid to show the world. I guess I can be grateful that I’m in here with someone like this, because if I were on my own, I don’t honestly know what I’d do.
“Is there any way to escape? Anything at all?” I ask her.
“Not unless we fight our way out. We’re fully secured in here, and they have at least two men with Treyton every time he comes in. Which means we’re going to be outnumbered. We might be able to give them enough hell to get out, but even then I don’t know how far we’d get. Still, if they’re going to take my life, you can guarantee they won’t take it without me fighting for it first.”