Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!” I winced. I looked at her. She looked alarmed.
“I think you need all the info I have, man.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Lay it on me.” I left the room, heading down the stairs and out the back deck.
“All right. Your girl’s mother’s name is Felicia Mooney, father’s name David Macleod. Sister, Holly Mooney. You want your girl’s name or you still waiting for her to tell you? If you come in contact with Frost there’s a chance he’ll use her name, anyway.”
“Fuck.” I didn’t know what to do but made a snap decision, “Lay it on me.”
“All right, her name’s Angie Macleod. She was born in South Carolina but at 13 she moved to Juneau to live with her mother after her father died in a work accident. Mother had Holly by another guy. Angie’s father had custody of her from age 4 but the mother got custody after he died.”
“Angie Macleod?” I whispered, in complete shock.
“Yeah.”
“Angie?” I repeated.
“Yeah. Angelica Elizabeth Macleod.”
“Angelica?”
“Yep.”
Holy fuck.
“Angie graduated high school early. Smart girl. Mother’s a raging alcoholic and pill popper, still in Juneau. Before your girl left for her teaching job she arranged for the sister to live with the paternal grandmother because the mother was abusive. Angie practically raised the sister. But…oh shit, we just got a lead on where Jason is. I’ll call you back.” He disconnected.
I took a minute staring out at the woods beyond the deck. I heard noise in the house so I stepped in. She was at the sink filling the tea kettle.
“Angie,” I said.
She spun around and it took a second to penetrate. When it did, her eyes were wide. Her mouth dropped open.
“Yeah, I know,” I said. “We need to talk. There are some things going on. Gan Chen and a few of his people are here to try to catch Jason because Jason wanted to buy you and got pissed when he found out you were sold to me. But Gan got shot. He’s in the hospital. Zack told me your name because–”
Her hand clapped over her mouth and she started to tremble, so I stopped talking, got to her, got my arms around her, and she shrieked, ducking to get under my arms and away and then she ran around to the other side of the table.
She pointed at me. “N-no. No. Stay back. I have to go save her.”
I stopped and put my hands up, “Baby, listen…”
She backed up until her back was to the door and then her hand went to the doorknob.
Fuck, for some reason she was having a meltdown. But, worse.
“We have to talk, Angel. I know some of your story. I need the rest.”
“Oh God!” A sob tore out of her mouth. She turned the knob.
“Don’t, baby. Come here.”
She sprinted out, making a run for it.
Fuck! I started running for her. Then I heard a gunshot. It whizzed by me. What the fuck? I heard another shot. Angel was down. I dropped to the ground. I saw movement from the corner of my eye. He was on the other side of my car. Where the fuck were the security guards? Thank God I was still packing; I fired my gun and clipped him on the shoulder. I ran for him and he shot but missed me. I shot again and the bullet hit him in the face. He dropped. I ran and then I was standing over him. He was Asian. He was dead. I shot him again to be sure. Then I ran for her, watching in case there was anyone else. She was lying on her stomach on the grass.
“I guess your angel is getting her wings,” she said when I leaned over and examined her. She was shot in the calf. She’d be okay.
“Not yet you aren’t, let’s go.” I carefully lifted her up and carried her to my Explorer. She passed out.
11
I woke up in the hospital. I was on an exam table and they were telling Dare they were going to take me into surgery to get the bullet out, but that I would be okay.
The nurse and doctor started to talk to me, noticing I was awake and I started to feel the blood thundering in my ears, the panic setting in.
He was sitting beside me. He had my hand in his and he gave me a look, a look that snapped me into behaved slave mode. But it felt like I was splitting in two. Slave girl and scared girl who needed to fucking save her sister from the fiery pits of hell.
The nurse and doctor left the exam room and Dare said, “Hey.”
My eyes widened and I started to feel the panic rise.
“No. Chill out,” he leaned over me, seizing my wrists, “You can’t freak out, baby. You freak out and they put you in the psych ward. Chill the fuck out.”