Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
As a woman, you’re practically raised to look over your shoulder, watch the men around you. You were raised to know that you could never be too cautious when meeting someone new.
But in a hospital?
You never expect it to happen in a hospital.
But that’s what the fuck happened to me with the Fathers of Mayhem just around the damn corner.
4
Reina
I washed my hands at the sink, staring at my pale reflection in the mirror. I was a fucking mess. Dark shadows resided beneath my eyes. My hair was a mess on my head. I looked exhausted and worn down. I felt even worse on the inside than I looked on the outside. I was falling apart, and every fucking minute that passed without news of Sam felt like an eternity of absolute hell.
The doctors still hadn’t told us anything. River had even eventually gone to find someone who may know, but they hadn’t known anything either. They just asked him to please continue waiting.
But I was goddamn tired of waiting.
I felt like I was sitting on sharp, broken glass. I at least needed to know if he was still fucking breathing back there. Had he died on the operating room table at all? Did they have to revive him? Did he need a blood transfusion? I had so many unanswered questions running through my mind and not a single damn answer to any of them.
It was killing me.
The bathroom door opened, and I didn’t think anything of it. It was a hospital, and I knew people had to piss at some point. I glanced up in the mirror and immediately frowned at the two male doctors that were standing there, just staring at me. A bad feeling swirled in my gut, and I willed myself not to show my anxiety and fear.
“You’re in the wrong restroom, guys,” I told them, thinking they were too tired to notice they’d walked into the women’s restroom. Didn’t doctors work long shifts? That had to be all this was. Crazy shit didn’t happen in a hospital, right?
“Oh, we know,” one said, flipping the lock on the door.
I didn’t have the time to scream.
The other lunged forward, a needle in his hand. His hand slammed over my mouth, muffling my scream for help as he plunged the needle into my neck. I fought like hell, but I was no match for them, and eventually, whatever drug they’d injected me with put me to sleep.
How many more hits was I going to take for this fucking club?
My limbs felt heavy when I woke up, my head even more so. My tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth, and I felt a bit sick.
Where the hell was I?
And what the fuck had I been injected with?
I blinked up at the dark roof above me. It was cold in the room, and a slight breeze was brushing over my bare body. My clothes were gone. I was fucking naked. I didn’t feel different down there, so I hadn’t been raped—at least, not yet. I knew it was a damn good possibility that I would be soon, though. Why else did you remove a woman’s clothes from her body? No other scenario made sense to me.
Fear swirled throughout my chest, settling deep in the pit of my stomach.
This couldn’t be happening again, could it? What were the chances of a woman like me getting raped three fucking times? I’d run from my mom and stepdad because of it. It had happened again with Gregory. Surely, God wasn’t cruel enough to put me through this a third fucking time. I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to survive it.
And what about the Fathers of Mayhem? How did this shit happen on their watch again? Why was I the only one taking beatings for this fucking club? I wasn’t even an old lady! Right now, I was basically a goddamn club bunny. What the fuck could they want with me?
I swallowed vomit just as the door to the side of me opened. “Ooh, she’s awake,” a man sang in a cheery voice. A light flickered on right above my face. I cursed and squinted, the light blinding me after being in the dark. When I opened them again, colorful spots dotted my vision. I tried moving my arms to shield my face, and that was when I realized I was bound to the gurney they had me on.
Bound.
I was fucking trapped. My heart raced in my chest so fast it fucking hurt. I hadn’t been able to tell before. I’d felt so goddamn heavy, but now that the drug was wearing off, I could feel binds around my ankles, too.
“We need you to pass on a message to the Fathers of Mayhem for us, sweetheart. Can you do that for us?”