Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
The only problem is, I’ll have to wait until someone opens this damn door. Resigned to my fate, I flop back on the couch in the office.
I could search for something, but let’s be honest. It’s pointless.
I’m stuck here. Probably in the middle of nowhere and the worst part …
All that planning on using the bathroom as my excuse for being here now makes me have to pee.
Don’t think of water.
Don’t think of water.
Easier said than done when I’m on a boat surrounded by water. I sit for what seems like forever before I stand and start pacing.
The boat rocks, hitting a wave.
Come to think of it, the boat has been getting rockier with each minute that passes.
Oh God.
There’s only one reason that would happen.
He’s taking us out to sea. No matter what happens now, I’m royally screwed, because if the roll of the boat is any indication, we are nowhere near land.
This is bad. Really, really bad.
What the hell am I going to do?
When we do finally stop, will I be able to get off? As if summoned by my thoughts, I can hear the door opening from the outside. I glance around the room, looking for anything that I can use as a weapon. It’s probably not a smart idea. There is no getting off this boat. But at least I can fight. The door opens just as I’m grabbing the lamp.
“Well. Well. Well. What do we have here? A stowaway.” Our gazes lock before he’s dropping his to look at my hands. “I wouldn’t do that.” His voice cuts through the stale air, loud and sinister. “Drop the lamp.”
“You lock me in here, and you don’t expect me to fight back?” My hand is still reaching out, but without the element of surprise, I have no hope to get past him, even with a giant lamp as a weapon.
“There would be no fun if you didn’t try. But let me tell you something, little dove, there’s no getting off this boat until you tell me what I want to know.”
“Little dove?” I grit, not liking what the nickname is implying.
“It’s more fitting than Phoenix,” he says with a wicked and large smirk, confirming my fear that he knows exactly who I am. “A dove is easily caught.”
“I won’t talk.” I flatten my lips into a straight line.
“Everyone talks. It’s all about finding the right incentive. I’ll find yours or …”
“Or?”
He ignores my question and opens the door farther. That’s when I see he’s not alone. A freaking team waits for me in the hallway. Four men, to be exact. They surround him in the room as he catches me by my arm. I kick and punch, but it’s no use.
Before I can even think about what to do next, he wraps a zip tie around my wrists.
Bound and now helpless, he steps back, admiring his handiwork. “Now let’s go up top. It’s quite a beautiful sunrise. No need to waste it inside.”
Sunrise. What the hell does he mean by sunrise? How long was I locked in this room?
He pulls my hands.
“Wait—”
He exhales a breath. “What now?”
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I answer through gritted teeth. Not a lie. I’ve had to go for hours.
His brow lifts. “Isn’t that what got you into this mess in the first place?” I don’t answer his silly comment, so he continues. “Very well, I’d hate for you to make a mess on the new rug they just installed prior to this trip.”
He leads us out of the office, and once we’re back in the main room, he points at the door I know to be the bathroom.
“Don’t even think of doing anything fucking stupid. There’s no escaping. Soon you will see, your options are limited, so trying to defy me is futile.”
Not wanting to hear another word he says, I gesture to the bathroom. “Are you going to at least open it for me? Seeing as my hands are tied,” I deadpan. My attitude probably won’t get me anywhere, but I refuse to give in that easily.
“And what will you do for me if I do?” He chuckles, and I grind my teeth together. As much as I want to tell him to go to hell, I know that what he says is true. My options are limited; mouthing off to him won’t help. The only option I have is to look for George, and then I need to get hold of the radio. Every boat has a radio. I should be able to call the Coast Guard.
It’s a solid plan. As solid as the last plan you had.
God, this is bad.
I step into the bathroom then use my feet to kick it closed.
To get out of this bathroom, I’m going to have to do some fancy maneuvers with my hands, but I don’t want to ask for his help.