Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I don’t see how they can let me off with a warning now.
Not with the mayoral seat hanging in the balance. Or the potential wrath of a governor.
My parents are never going to find out what happened to me. I’ll never have the chance to enroll in classes at Baruch and set myself up for real success at something I love, instead of trying to skip to the end. Of course, I’m not afraid to commit now, when it could be too late.
I continue to twist my hands within the confines of the tightly tied laces. I can’t tell if I’m making any progress, though. I don’t think I am. My circulation is beginning to cut off.
God. I would give anything to be in Tobias’s lap right now.
He’d make some dumb joke about bondage and Banks would shake his head.
Tears fill my eyes to the brim and pressure pushes outward from inside of my ribcage. Pressure so strong that I know it’s coming from love. My love for three men.
And I feel a slight loosening in the ties.
Alexander and Crouch go silent. Abruptly.
Hands on hips, Alexander hangs his head. Crouch can’t look directly at me.
My gut pitches violently.
Not good. Not good.
They approach slowly, Crouch giving the driver a grave look.
Blood drains from his face, his arm briefly losing enough power to keep the gun aloft.
“Killing me isn’t going to solve your problems,” I rush to say, my voice unnaturally thick. “What about Karina? She knows you took me.”
“If we go down, Karina goes down, too. She’s culpable here,” Alexander says smoothly. “She’ll look the other way.”
He’s right. I don’t know Karina at all, do I? I thought she was my friend, but she sold me out. Even if she wants to help now, she won’t be able to tell the police where they brought me. They threw my phone out the window of the SUV and into a trash can several blocks before we reached this construction site. There’s no way anyone will ever find me. My dead body is going to end up encased in cement with a building on top of me. And my murderers are going to run this town. Probably go on to kill more people who stand in their way. I’m just the first of many.
“Do it,” Crouch says to the driver.
“Are you serious?” He hesitates, blinking as if he’s dizzy. But he keeps the gun raised. “I don’t think I can do it,” he wheezes. “She says she’s just the sandwich girl.”
There’s an extended silence and I realize Crouch is staring at me. With recognition this time. “Hold on a second. I know you were at the gala because you took that picture, but I didn’t remember seeing you until now. Pink dress. You were with one of my foreman. Gabe.” He adjusts his stance, the lines around his mouth increasing with tension. “What does he know?”
Cold purpose blankets me in a split-second. The noise in my ears recedes.
Apparently, this is a level of fear I’ve never reached before, because it involves someone I love being hurt. Throw in my protectiveness when it comes to Gabe and I’m nothing but a swarming hive of denial. They’ve made the connection between me and Gabe. He’s in danger now. And it’s only a matter of time before Banks and Tobias are, too. The very thought of them being hurt surges my fear to the highest point where it transforms into anger so sharp I can feel it cutting straight through me. In a burst of fury, I twist my wrists with all of my might and feel a snap, though I don’t dare show it on my face. My adrenaline has surged so fast, my vision grays at the edges.
Crouch gets in my face. “Answer me. What does he know?”
“Go to hell.”
The union boss backhands me across the face so hard my ears ring.
I can’t breathe around the sting. A metallic taste fills my mouth.
Crouch wrestles the gun out of the driver’s hand—and I know it’s now or never. The union boss is red-faced and irrational and I’m the target. I’m going to get shot. And then they’re going to go after Gabe. Tobias. Banks. I can’t allow this. Without giving myself another second to hesitate, I lunge out of the chair and knock the gun out of Crouch’s hands. The weapon goes flying across the half-constructed room and it’s a race, three against one. My odds of making it to the gun first are pitifully low, but I dive toward it anyway.
Falling a couple of inches short.
I’m dragged backwards by the ankles, taking the weapon farther and farther out of my reach. Alexander retrieves the gun with a resigned expression on his face that terrifies me. I twist around onto my back just in time for him to point it straight down at my head.