Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Her gray eyes widen with worry.
I pace around the office, trying like hell not to give into the pain rushing through me, but it's fucking hard. Kylie is missing. And so is Venom.
Please, God. Not her. You can have me, just not fucking her, I beg silently.
"Hurry the fuck up, Jessup," I growl, impatience coloring my tone.
"Working on it, brother," he promises. A second later, he hisses a breath.
My world goes black around the edges. I grip the phone so tight the metal groans. "Tell me," I bark.
"Memphis, man…" He mutters a curse. "I'm sending you a video. You need to see it for yourself."
I disconnect, barely breathing as I wait for the video file to come through. As soon as it does, I want to fucking howl in rage.
The sight of Venom shoving Kylie into his van hits me like a punch to the gut. She doesn't cry or fight, but there's no mistaking the fear in her eyes. It fucking kills me to see her so goddamn afraid.
"Kylie," I groan, fear for her crashing through me. "Ah, Jesus, Toto." I stumble, damn near falling to my knees. My heart pounds like a jackhammer, blood roaring in my ears. I can't fucking breathe.
Cash rushes forward to grab my arm. "Easy, brother," he says, his voice soft as he supports my weight. "Easy."
It feels like losing Jayson all over again, only this is so much worse. Because my heart fucking beats for her. She's the one thing in this world that makes sense, the only goddamn thing that brings me any peace. I breathe for her, and I'll die for her.
I promised I'd take care of her. I told her that I'd die for her, and I meant it. I couldn't save Jayson, but I will save his baby sister. She means everything to me, and I'll sacrifice everything to protect her. Every damn thing. No one is taking her from me. Not Venom. Not Shelby. No one.
Christ, I should have known something was wrong. I should have been there for her, instead of sitting in front of Venom's place today. Had I been there, this never would have happened.
"I have to get her back," I mumble. "Christ, I have to get her back."
"We will find her, Memphis. We'll get her back." Cash clamps a hand on my shoulder, steadying me. "What do you need?"
"Find them," I growl. "Find that fucking van."
"Where would they take her?" Riley asks, her eyes filled with concern.
"Fuck if I know," I snap, my frustration boiling over. "But I swear to God, I'm going to tear this fucking city apart until I find her."
Chapter Twelve
Kylie
The van's tires crunch over potholes, jolting me against the hard metal bench running along the sidewall of the van. With my hands tied, there's not much I can do to blunt the momentum. I come back down on my ass hard, listing to the side.
Shelby watches me bounce around from her seat opposite me, amusement in her blue eyes as she clutches the gun Venom gave her.
I want to claw the smug smile off her face as I scowl at her.
"You can wipe that look off your face anytime," she says with a laugh. "You got yourself into this. I tried to warn you to stay away, but you decided to fall on his dick anyway." She rolls her eyes like I'm pathetic, but I see the anger she tries so hard to hide. She might not want Memphis or even like him, but it pisses her off that she couldn't tempt him. I don't think she's used to being told no. And I'm guessing he told her no far too often. "If you weren't such a bitch, you could have done better, just FYI. Memphis is an asshole."
"Having standards doesn't make him an asshole, Shelby. It just means he didn't want to sleep with you," I retort sweetly. Honestly, I don't think she even wanted to sleep with him. But I can't resist reminding her that he told her no. Considering that I'm tied up in a van and she's pointing a gun at me, I take perverse satisfaction in knowing that her feelings are hurt because she didn't get her way for once.
"He's a piece of shit," she snaps.
"You don't know anything about him."
"I bet I know more than you do." Her smirk widens, and I want to rip it right off her beautiful face. "I know where his skeletons are buried." She pauses. "And I know what he did to your brother."
"He didn't do anything to my brother." I grit my teeth as we bounce over another pothole, and I jolt upward before coming down on my tailbone.
"Is that what he told you?" Shelby laughs, a sultry, flirty sound that has no place in the back of a van like this. "You're really wrapped around his little finger, aren't you?"