Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Where the fuck are they keeping her?
Am I already too late?
My heart almost cracks under the weight of that predicament, and I grunt out loud as I rip the next door off its hinges. Inside are two Bonesmen casually counting money.
BANG. BANG.
Two shots are enough to put them out of their misery. They deserve more than a second of pain, but I don’t have time to waste on torture. I’ve opened all the doors here and still no sign of her.
Fuck.
“There’s a staircase here,” Milo yells from the other end of the hallway, so I run toward him.
“Is she there?”
“I don’t hear anything, but it’s worth a shot,” he replies.
BANG! BANG!
Shots come from behind us, and I look to see more men pouring in, separating us two from the flank group and Alistair.
“I’ll fight off these fuckers! Focus on finding Lana!” Alistair calls at me. “I’ll fight my way to the rest!”
“Nathan’s on his own,” Milo mutters.
“Go!” Nathan yells over one of those fuckers’ shoulders before he engages in another fight.
BANG!
“You check the other hallway with Felix’s group and Caleb!” I yell back at Nathan.
“Don’t mind me; I’m just killing some Bones Brotherhood bastards!” Caleb yells back.
We run down the stairs as fast as we can. Nathan’s the only one left behind, but I trust him not to die on me.
We run down into the basement, where there are a ton more men, and I immediately shoot while Milo charges at them. We work in tandem, alternating fists with knives and gunshots until I’m all out of bullets and knock one of them out with my gun. I don’t need weapons to win this; all I need is determination, and I am not fucking leaving here without my little kitty.
“C’mon, boy, hit me with your best shot,” the fucker says, so I sucker punch him in the chin, knocking him down to the floor.
“Don’t ask for what you can’t take,” I retort, while Milo bashes his head in with his nunchucks.
I hear faint moaning behind the third door, so I yell at Milo, “Here!”
He knocks the lock out with his nunchucks, and I kick open the door with every inch of rage I have inside me, knocking it off its hinges.
But when my eyes find Lana hanging on a wall, blood rolling down her face, all the anger that flooded my body suddenly dissipates into thin air.
And all that’s left in the madness of bullets and violence is silence.
LANA
I hazily see the figure standing in the doorway, and I inch back into the wall, worried they might be here for reasons other than drugging me more. These men are foul, and I don’t doubt they’ve used the girls they capture for far more nefarious reasons than merely selling them. After all, who’s ever going to find out about it?
My body feels so weak against the metal that I can barely move, let alone react, when he steps inside.
Is it my turn now to scream? Fuck.
Sweat drops roll down my back as I try to focus, but my brain refuses to cooperate.
“Lana?”
That voice …
My eyes burst open, and I home in on the way it sounded.
Could it be …
No, he can’t be here. My imagination must be fooling me.
Something hard clatters to the ground, and the figure rushes at me.
I close my eyes.
Only for two arms to wrap around my body so fiercely I almost melt away.
“Lana, you’re alive.”
I suck in a hampered breath. “Kai?”
“Yes, kitty, I’m here.”
The tears welling up in my eyes refuse to back down, sheer disbelief dripping into my voice. “You came …”
“Of course I came for you,” he says, his voice so soothing I just let the tears flow freely. “Why do you sound surprised?”
I suck in another breath. “I just thought, after my outburst about those pictures, you guys would never—”
“I would scour the world for you and burn it all down just to rescue the only woman I love.”
He … loves me?
He smashes his lips onto mine for just a second, but that one second is enough to snap me back into reality. And for the first time in what feels like forever, I can see clearly again, his marred face shining like an angel coming straight from the heavens. And I have never in my life been happier to see someone.
He leans back and grips my face, his thumb caressing the wound on my cheek. “That’s not a scrape … Who did this to you?”
“Romeo,” I mutter.
He bares his teeth. “That bastard will pay for touching what’s mine.”
I swallow as I brace while he grasps the metal clasps that keep me a prisoner in this cell. “I’m getting you out of here,” he growls.
Someone else approaches, and I blink a couple of times when I notice the red hair. “Milo?”
“In the flesh,” he muses. “You didn’t think we’d leave you here to rot, did you?”