Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
"Shit. This is bad. This is so bad," she moans. She shakes her head, and I can tell she’s trying to take control of her fear. It must work a little because she cracks a joke. "On the bright side, I guess I'll finally get to meet your brother. I'll be sure to kick him in the balls as soon as I'm able to say hello," Helena jokes dryly.
"There's no way Marco's in on this. I know that without a doubt, Helen. He'd never hurt you or me."
Helen frowns at me a moment before nodding. I lean my head back, closing my eyes. I'm unsure if she believes me, but after everything he's done, he would never return to work with our father. If for no other reason, doing so would mean a death sentence. Father would use him for his next job, maybe, if not just straight kill him to make an example to my other brothers not to step out of line.
"Your first choice seems to have been right, Lina. We’re pulling into an airport," she says, and I pull my attention to the tarmac in front of us. We’re headed toward the plane that Helen flew in on.
An idea suddenly hits me like a freight train. "Do you think your father is working with mine?" I hiss. The fear takes over as my heart races in my chest. It would make sense. We’re being taken back to the plane she just got off of a few hours ago, by a man that came with her security team.
"No. No way. My dad can be a bastard, but I don't think he'd stoop this low. He's very pleased Antonio contacted him," she says. She sounds sure, and I believe her.
However, fear continues to settle over me the closer we get to the jet. I keep thinking on the uncertainty of my future, the beatings, the torture, the emotional and verbal assaults. Not to mention what my father will do if he finds out I’m pregnant. It's all just too much. The safety I've known with Antonio is ripped away just like that, leaving me and the child we created completely defenseless.
"We’re being taken to my father."
"I'm afraid so," Helen says, a tear rolling off her cheek.
I close my eyes, unable to stop myself from crying, too. I pray that Antonio will find a way to save our child. He or she is what is most important. There’s not a doubt in my mind that if my husband doesn’t get here soon, my father will kill me.
I glance over at Helen.
And probably my best friend too...
antonio
I throw a chair across my office, watching it smash against the wall. I'm out of control, I know it. Yet, I feel so damn helpless.
"You tell me how some son of a bitch took my wife and her friend to my motherfucking private airfield and was allowed to take off in a plane without my fucking permission. Someone fucking explain it to me because I don’t understand!" I growl. Leaning on the desk, my hands in fists as I try to resist the urge to punch someone—any-fucking-one.
Niko stands still, not looking a bit intimidated. He's pissed, just as much as I am, but he's being more level-headed. I guess that proves he's the right guy to be my second in command.
Then again, if I had Melina safe at home—like Emilia is—I'd be calmer too. Hell, I'd be able to breathe. My lungs have been burning ever since I discovered she wasn't in the panic room. I’m completely raw inside. The only thing keeping me going right now is adrenaline and rage. That's not the combination I need to find my woman. Fear has me in a chokehold.
"Apparently, Marco had two more turncoat brothers at the airport. They must have been hiding on the plane. They took out the men stationed there.”
I looked at the video, Aden and Elias were the ones there. Aden was running the show," Marco says. "He's the one that is most like Atlas. They're twins in just about every way."
"Fuck," I hiss.
Atlas was the son of a bitch that I killed at the club. I’m happy the bastard died. We lost two men which stings. Still, it could have been worse. Mack, Stone, and Levi will all pull through. If I had Melina in my arms, I’d call it a win.
Marco is turning into a great find. I should relax a bit around him, but that’s not possible. I have no idea how someone so sweet and pure as Melina could come from this twisted family. What I do know is that these sadistic motherfuckers have my wife and there’s no way to get to her before her father has a chance to hurt her. I have to save her.
I have to.