Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
My aim wasn’t that good, and I wasn’t that fast either.
But if I took out the rapist, at least that solved that problem.
The guy removed his rifle and handed it over. “I’ll take her in one of the back rooms.”
“Like fucking hell, you will.” I didn’t even realize I was the one who’d said that until I heard my own voice. It just came out because I was so appalled, it countered my fear. I was still on the mattress, leaned back on one arm so I could reach for my pistol if he came any closer to me.
He seemed shocked I’d said that too, because he blinked as he stared at me then looked to the guy who had punched me earlier. “Guess you didn’t hit her hard enough.” He stepped onto the mattress then reached for my ankle so he could drag me. He yanked on me hard and jerked me across the concrete floor.
I was about to take out my gun and fire, but then I realized I should let him pull me away from the other men. After I killed him, I might be able to find a key to one of these Hummers and get the fuck out of here.
He hauled me into an office with a couch then shut the door before he dropped his knee on my chest and punched me in the face, as if hitting me would make me submissive rather than pissed off.
“Motherfucker.” I pulled the gun from the back of my jeans and shoved the barrel into his chest before I clicked the safety. Then I pulled the trigger, all of it happening in a split second.
As if I’d hit him with a shotgun, he flew off me and collapsed near the wooden desk.
There was blood all over me, but it wasn’t mine.
My ears rang for a second because the gun had gone off right next to me.
I finally snapped out of it and moved his dead body before I searched him, looking for weapons or a phone. He did have a phone, but it was locked with a PIN, and there was no way I would guess that in a couple seconds. I found a sheathed blade on his belt, so I took that before I left the office.
The men were running toward me with their guns—and there were more of them than before.
“Oh fuck.” I sprinted for the Hummers for cover in case they opened fire. I wasn’t sure if they would keep me alive to use against Bastien or if they would just eliminate me as a liability. I made it to the other side, but I was cut off by a guy with a sniper rifle.
I didn’t think twice before I raised my gun and shot him right in the face.
“Oh my fucking Jesus…” He was still alive but immobile, so I was able to rip the rifle out of his motionless hands. I continued to run down the line of cars until I got to the other end, where men were coming at me again. I knew then that they were coming from both sides.
I stepped out and held down the trigger, blowing a spray of bullets at all twelve of them. They wore tactical vests, so I aimed for their legs and kneecaps, making sure they couldn’t come after me even if they were alive. Blood sprayed into the air, and the screams echoed off the steel that compromised the warehouse walls.
I’d already killed so many people, but I didn’t feel a damn thing.
Fucking nothing.
More of them were coming the other way, but I knew my magazine was empty because the cartridge had popped out. I rushed over to the pile of dead bodies and others who writhed in pain and took the magazine from the first rifle I could find.
“Stop that bitch!”
I shoved the magazine into place and fired up at the guy who had just appeared over me, sprayed him with bullets until he wobbled back and off me. A boot came from the side and hit me in the face, made blood squirt out of my nose.
The gun was yanked from me by someone else, and then another guy grabbed me by the ear.
“Fucking cunt.” He tugged hard and made me scream. “You think you aren’t going to pay for that?” He tugged again, ripping out a chunk of hair that made me scream again. He finally let me go, and the other guys forced me onto my stomach to zip-tie my wrists together.
“Let me go!” I tried to fight, but they just made it tighter, causing my shoulders to ache from being pulled back so far. It felt like they were about to pop out of the sockets. The men lifted me and carried me back to the mattress, dropping me face first onto it.