Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I'd take what ever was thrown at me but somebody was going to die for this, there's no way I could just let it go.
When a wild animal tastes blood they put them down quick lest they get a taste for it, I could do no less here. There was no guarantee that this was a one-time thing.
I know Lynn was the one involved obviously but who else was in on it? She couldn't have seen the newspapers and set things in motion that quickly to pull this off. This had to have been planned, how did she know about my Blossom?
And why had the bitch not come after me instead of going after her? Maybe then I would've spared her but now hell no, that stupid bitch was as good as dead.
I got to the hospital and was ushered to the room where Ashley was laying in a fucking coma. She had a broken leg, fractured wrist and scrapes and bruises. All in all, the doctor said she was lucky not to have sustained more serious injuries.
Thank goodness the kid was too high to know what the fuck he was doing so his speed had been a little off. If he'd been going any faster she would probably be dead.
"Uh, Mr. Thorpe, our Intel says you're her husband?" A doctor came into the room behind me.
"I am." I watched her face as I listened to him, she had a bruise on her temple that was already darkening, other than that her face was untouched. Her leg was in a cast, her wrist bandaged.
She looked so fucking small and defenseless lying there. I kept my eyes on her face willing her to wake up and smile at me. All the emotion I’d been holding at bay threatened to bring me it my knees now that I stood face to face with what they’d done to her.
I clocked back in to the doc when he started asking me questions that had fuck all to do with why my wife was lying there broken. "How long have you two been married sir, if you don't mind me asking?"
"A little less than a week; why?" What the fuck is it to you asshole?
"Well it's just that she's so young..." I gave him a fuck you look and had him backtracking fast.
With his hands out in front of him he was quick to explain. The way I felt right now I wouldn’t mind planting my fist in his face for being stupid. Since when is it a doctor’s place, to ask questions like that? “You got something to say to me you fuck?”
"No, no, don't get me wrong, it's just that she's very early in her pregnancy..."
I bit my fist and fell back as his words pummeled me like blows. Pregnant, fuck I hadn't even thought...I went to her side, tears blinding me as I checked her over.
"Is the baby safe?"
"For now it looks that way, sometimes it happens like this, the fetus is too small to suffer. Sometimes it's too small to survive, since he or she is only a few days we'll monitor but it looks good.
"Are you sure she's pregnant, I mean how can you tell you just said she's only a few days, doesn't she need to be weeks or months at least?"
"No we've made progress there in the last few years, we're now able to tell in less than a week after the fact in some cases."
"Leave us." I waited until he left the room before taking my seat in the chair next to her bed. With my hand on her flat stomach and my lips next to her ear I made the three of us a promise.
"Nothing like this will ever happen again. I will never allow anyone to harm us again, I stake my life on that."
GIDEON
My blood ran cold as I listened to the latest tapes my guys had brought me before I’d boarded the plane. My wife was laying in a coma, bruised and battered as I listened through the headphones, her hand clasped tightly in mine.
‘I could give a fuck about your little slut of a daughter, I just want her out of Gideon’s life, but since you don't seem to care one way or the other either, I think I'll just go ahead and make it permanent.’
‘Kill the little bitch for all I care, she's damaged goods now anyway, she has no reason to live, doesn't serve a purpose anymore, does that answer your question Miss. Halston?’
To say I was pissed would be a vast understatement there was no limit to what I would do to make them pay. My men were already on the hunt but now I had new orders for them.
I squeezed her hand in mine reassuring myself that she was here and she was safe from them. If I had to take her everywhere with me for the rest of her fucking life no one would touch her unless they went through me.