Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
She nods, blinking, and tears run down her face.
I rip it off all four layers as quick as I can.
“Oh, my God! Ryat, what … how …?”
I slap my hand over my mouth. “We have to be quiet,” I tell her.
She nods once again, and I remove my hand. She sucks in a deep breath, but does as I say. “That’s my good girl.”
She whimpers, and I pull her from the wall. Digging my hand into her front shorts pocket, I pull out a handcuff key and spin her around, undoing them.
“Ryat …” She sobs softly, her shaking hands coming up to her mouth to try to quiet it. “I don’t …”
“I’ll explain it later, okay?” Before she can explain I kiss her forehead. Her hands come up and dig into the material of my shirt. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, Blake,” I whisper and pull her into me, hugging her tightly.
“I love you,” she sobs, digging her face into my chest.
“I love you too.” I pull away, grabbing her tear-streaked face. “I need you to stay here.”
“What? No!” Her eyes widen as panic takes over her features. “Ryat … no.”
“I need you to stay here. In the dark. I’ll be back, okay?”
“Please.” She chokes out, her knees give out. Before she can fall, I grab her, gritting my teeth at the pain it causes in my side to help her to the floor. I popped several pain pills on the plane ride here, but they’re not really doing any good.
“I promise, Blake. Look at me!” I order, roughly gripping her face. I wait for her eyes to focus on mine. “I promise we’ll be going home soon. But I have to get Matt.”
“But Tyson—”
“He came with me, Blake. He’s here to help us.”
I lay in my hospital bed waiting for Phil to return with my pain pills so we can get the fuck out of here, and I hold my cell to my ear. “Hello?”
“Hey Ty, I ….”
“Fuck, Ryat! It’s good to hear your voice.”
“I need a favor,” I say getting to the point of this call. I don’t have the luxury of time right now.
“Name it,” he comments without hesitation.
I’ve been unfair to him. None of what happened to Blake that night at Blackout was his fault. Plus, he was the one I got the tracker idea from after she ran from me. Let’s just hope I don’t find what he found when I get to her.
She sniffs and nods quickly. I turn off the light and lock the door before shutting it behind me so Matt can’t enter without kicking the damn thing down.
“Here we come. Ready or not.” I hear Matt call out with excitement.
I pull the Glock out from behind my waistband and grip it tightly in both of my hands. It’s going to take everything in me not to shoot him between the fucking eyes, considering what he’s done with Blake. I almost want to say fuck the confessional and just get rid of him right here and now. But that would be the easy way out for him.
“Hey Ty?” Matt’s voice carries down the hall.
“Yeah?” He asks.
“How’d you get in?” Matt questions and my teeth grind. Fuck! I thought we’d have more time. We were planning on Matt being more into the chase than wonder how Tyson got into the home.
“Tunnels.” Comes his clipped answer.
I come to the end of the hall and see Matt still standing in the living room, hands on his hips. “When did you get the chance to be alone with Blakely that you were able to put a tracker in her, without her knowing?” He wonders.
“Really, Matt?” He barks, standing behind the couch, pulling a collar and leash out of his bag. “We going to play a hundred questions or are we going to play with the bitch?”
My teeth grind at Ty mentioning touching my wife, but I understood this was going to be needed. Doesn’t mean I like it though.
“Oh, we’ll play.” Matt assures him. “But you won’t be touching her.”
What the fuck? my eyes widen when I see someone enter the room behind Tyson. Rushing out into the living room, I lift my gun and point it at the man. “Don’t fucking move.”
Matt spins around to face me, shock covering his features. “Ryat.” He growls.
“Get the fuck back.” I order the man who holds a gun to the back of Ty’s head.
“Jesus!” The man hisses but stays where he’s at. “You can’t do one fucking job, Matt.”
Matt’s jaw tightens. “He was dead when I left him, Dad.”
“Dad?” Ty chuckles, his body softening, no longer finding the man behind him a threat. “You were in on this too?”
“Of course, he was.” Matt snorts. “She was going to kill him.”
My brows pull together. “What does that mean?” I bark. “Why would Blake …”