Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Chapter
Ten
Emmie
“You promised, you fucking bastard!” I scream at Kent the moment I manage to dislodge the gag, trying to kick him in the balls but my leg is tied to the chair and all it does is squeak across the floor. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt them!”
“I can hardly let them go, can I? I promise it will be quick. No pain. In a way, that’s keeping my promise. Can’t say fairer than that.”
The motherfucker JE agent whistles from the other side of the room. He’s there with that orc bastard from the other night, and a couple of other big orcs to boot. “Yep, this will do it. Nobody is going to question this statement. Just like her mom, she’s a thief. I tried to take her quietly but she slipped her bonds and got a bullet. Tragic.”
Kent nods. “Good. Then we’re settled. Dominic, you first, where would you like the bullet?”
He mumbles through the gag as Kent goes around behind me. The things he did to us, the things he made the girls do for him, the way he treated the boys, all of it comes back to me. There’s no justice in the world, because he’s going to get away with all of it, and the worst thing is none of this was even necessary. We were just going to live our lives. He has plenty of money, what we stole didn’t change anything for him.
“I’m sorry,” I say to Dominic. “I’m sorry. If it wasn’t for me—”
“It’s all right. I knew what I was getting into. I couldn’t let you leave alone, could I? What sort of a friend would I be?”
“Touching,” says Kent. “But I have other things to do. Now that our business is complete, I have to get back to the other girls. The ones who didn’t try to run. Now, bullet. Where? Or I’ll decide for you.”
“Back of my head,” Dominic spits.
“Of course. Quick, painless, you won’t know a thing. Not a bad way to leave this world.”
Kent walks around to the side of the chairs, and out of the corner of my eye I see him take aim. The gun isn’t far away, but…
I have to try.
Throwing my head sideways, I feel the barrel clunk against my skull at the same time as a loud explosion fills the room. For a second, I see stars, and close my eyes tight, but when I open them again Kent is clutching his wrist and saying something that fades in as my ears readjust.
“…bitch, I should make it painful for both of them just for you doing that. I should go up those stairs, grab the boy and drag him down here so you have to watch. I should—”
That’s when all hell breaks loose.
My vision blurs and I think maybe I’ve been shot, but it’s not that. The wall on the other side of the building has just collapsed, and there are forms moving within the settling rubble. Large forms. Very large, orc shaped forms.
As I blink away the dust, I see Tigor’s face twist in a snarl as he looks at me. Kent screams, an actual high-pitched scream like he’s just seen his own death, and I’m guessing that’s exactly what this is.
Tigor stomps to me, reaching out a hand as Mol goes to the other side of the room and Oran raises a spear, sweeping it above his head. I feel Tigor’s fingers brush my face, pushing back the hair, and he snarls.
“You’re hurt. You’re bruised. He did this.”
I try to think why I would be hurt, then it comes to me. “His gun. It hit my head but I’m okay, I…”
Tigor roars, turning on Kent, tusks bared as spit flies from his open mouth. “You. Hurt. Her.” He steps forward, and I hear Kent’s pleading voice.
“No. No, she did that to—”
“Nobody hurts what’s mine!” There’s a final blubbing scream as Tigor raises his axe, and then a sharp thwack. Then silence. Tigor bends down, and I feel my bonds loosen. “Don’t look, little one,” he says, but he obviously doesn’t understand human nature.
I take a glance at where Kent was standing, and have to look down at the floor, almost losing my lunch at the sight. Kent’s head is in one place, his body in another. Tigor grabs him by the hair and raises the head in his arms.
“Nobody hurts what’s mine,” he repeats.
“Just you three?” I ask as I rub my wrists.
Tigor grunts. “Others said this is not their fight. Cowards.”
Mol has Yarek held at the tip of his spear, but not looking too unhappy. The JE agent is a different matter. I think I smell his fear, and it’s starting to get a little funky in the enclosed old warehouse where they were holding us.
The two other orcs have been slain already.