Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
"It's more of the snooty part of town." He shrugs. “Old money.”
“You’ve seen my school.”
“The place costs more than some Ivy League colleges.”
Isn’t that the truth? It doesn’t take too long to get to Angel's, but we have to be let through a gated area. Yeah, this place costs a mint. A handful of houses sit right on the edge of the city, overlooking it. Sal pulls up to the front, and Angel walks out onto the porch. She gives us a wave.
“I’m only going to stay a few hours. I want to be home before Nikolai.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
"Thanks,” I tell him, hopping out of the car.
“You came.” Angel is beaming at me. She engulfs me in a hug. I'm starting to think maybe she's as lonely as I am for friends.
“I wanted to see what reality TV garbage is all about.” Angel hooks her arm into mine, leading me inside.
Her house reminds me of an antique museum. It’s not very welcoming. It feels staged. “I got us set up in here.” She leads me into a den area that is a bit more welcoming.
Angel already has the TV going and trays of snacks set out. “It’s only us, right?” I laugh when I see the pile of food.
“Should be. My father isn’t home, which is typical, and who knows where my brother is?” Angel drops down onto the couch. I’d forgotten about her brother. I glance behind me, but no one is there.
I take a seat next to her, pulling out my phone. I send a text to Nikolai letting him know that I’m with Angel but will be back in a few hours. As Angel hits play, I toss my phone back into my bag and grab the bowl of popcorn.
I’m not sure how long we’re watching TV, but the next time I glance over at Angel, she’s out cold. I stand up, stretching my legs, before I go in search of a bathroom. I should probably call it a night. I could go home and get a few hours of sleep in hopes that Nikolai will wake me up when he gets home.
When I step out of the bathroom, I’m blindsided. A hand covers my mouth, and I’m yanked into a hard body. Becky steps out to stand in front of me. I can see bruises on her neck from where Nikolai wrapped his hand around it earlier.
“You came to see me?” Brent says against my ear. His hand comes up to grab my breast. I whimper against his fingers.
“Did you really think you could fuck with me?” Becky steps closer to me. “We’re going to have so much fun with you.” A cruel smile pulls at her lips, sending shivers down my spine.
“Are you still a virgin, or did you let that dirty mutt inside you?” I try to remain calm, to not even think about why he would be asking that sort of question, but inside I’m in full panic mode.
“Does it matter?” Becky rolls her eyes at Brent. What kind of messed-up relationship do the two of them have?
“I suppose it doesn't, but I’m about to find out.” With his other hand, Brent grabs a fist full of my hair and starts to pull me down a hallway. Tears are stinging in my eyes. Becky leads the way, opening a door. Brent shoves me inside. I stumble, falling to the floor.
I glance around and know it’s his bedroom. “Get the restraints.” Becky licks her lips. I don’t think this is their first rodeo. She’s enjoying this way too much. I knew neither one of them were good people, but I had no idea how evil they actually are.
“He’ll kill you,” I warn them.
“There won’t be anything for him to find,” Becky says, and her tone is filled with giddy excitement.
“You don’t know what you’re doing.” I scramble backward as Brent approaches me with some black bands in one hand and a ball gag in the other.
“I know what I’m about to do.”
I do the only thing I can think of to do. I am praying that Sal will hear me. I scream.
19
NIKOLAI
“This is so fucked.” I shuffle through the photos of the missing girls. “You think Angel’s brother is responsible?” I knew he was off, but I didn’t think it went this deep.
“I don’t think. I know. The girlfriend too.” I’m not the least bit surprised about that. If I had to guess, the blonde is more fucked up in the head than Brent. It’s in the eyes. There is nothing there.
“Why were you even looking into this? How is he on your radar?” Is it one of the missing girls or something else entirely? It can’t be good when Church is mixed up in it.
“Does it matter?”
“Yeah, it fucking does.” I drop the photos down on the worn wood table in the middle of the warehouse. “Riley has been in contact with them, so I want to know everything.” I take a step closer to Church so he knows how fucking serious I am right now.