Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Last chance to save your uncle,” Mikhail warns. “Where are you, Allison?”
Fuck
Oh fuck.
I can’t tell him.
But I can’t let Robert die for me either.
Lip curling up, Mikhail begins to twist and dig the knife into Robert’s flesh until blood begins to drip down his neck.
Not knowing what else to do to stop Mikhail, I sob out, “I’m in Kentucky!”
“Oh?” Mikhail grins, still twisting and digging in the knife. “Where in Kentucky?”
“I don’t know!” I lie and break out in more sobs, praying he’ll believe me.
“You don’t know? Honestly, Allison…” Mikhail shakes his head like he’s disappointed and his arm tenses.
“I’m serious, I don’t know where I am, Mikhail! All these hills and trees look the fucking same to me!” I insist.
Mikhail frowns and his arm stills as he thinks over what I’ve told him.
We both know that if he kills Robert right now and doesn’t know where I am, he’ll have a hard time finding me.
“How close are you to your parent’s house?” he finally asks, keeping the blade poised at Robert’s neck.
“I don’t know,” I whimper, again trying to play stupid.
“Don’t fuck with me, Allison!” he snaps and pushes the tip of the blade into Robert’s neck.
“I’m not that far! Maybe an hour away,” I gasp.
Mikhail nods his head up and down, but he doesn’t pull the blade out. “Very well, I’ll give you twenty minutes to get here.”
Choking in disbelief, I say, “What? I need more time than that!”
“Twenty minutes, Allison,” he repeats firmly, “and pray I can restrain myself for that long.”
Mikhail nods at someone and the call ends.
Screaming, I throw the iPad and listen to it crack against the wall. Then I scramble to my feet and run out of the bedroom.
I need Coy.
Fuck, I need him right now!
Running up to Poster Boy, I grab him by the front of the shirt and croak, “Call Coy. I need him right now!”
Eyes widening in shock, Poster Boy looks down at my hands gripping him then he scowls at my face. “What’s wrong, Allie?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him, but I find myself hesitating. If no one can reach Coy, the guys will probably keep me from leaving, believing that would be the best way to keep me safe and from doing something stupid.
And they would be right.
I end up telling him, “I just need him. Please, I need him right now, it’s important.”
Poster Boy nods his head again and looks down at my hands.
I let go of his shirt and he digs his phone out of his pocket.
He continues to scowl at me as he lifts the phone up to his ear. I cross my arms over my chest, watching him intently, praying Coy answers.
After about a minute, he sighs and shakes his head. “No answer.”
Dammit!
“Try again, please,” I plead, barely holding myself together.
Poster Boy nods his head and presses the phone back to his ear.
Another minute passes and I can hear every second ticking in my head.
I have eighteen minutes. Eighteen minutes to save Robert.
Coy, pick up the goddamn phone!
“No answer,” Poster Boy says again, and I have to bite my tongue from screaming in frustration. “Allie, what’s wrong? Is it Levi? We can help you.”
I shake my head. “It’s not Levi. It’s….”
Again, I want to tell him. I want help.
Lord, please send me help.
I need an angel or something because I don’t have a fucking clue how I’m going to save Robert from Mikhail on my own.
“It’s?” Poster Boy presses when I don’t finish, looking worried now.
Sucking in a deep breath, I pull myself together and resign myself to what I have to do.
Then I cringe and look at Poster Boy. “I had a nightmare. A nightmare I think might have been a memory, but I don’t know if it’s real.”
“Maybe I can help? I knew you pretty well back in the day,” Poster Boy offers.
I smile at him sadly. “Thank you, but in this situation I think only Coy would know.”
Poster Boy nods his head but there’s a touch of suspicion in the way he looks at me. He’s not completely buying my act.
I hate to do it. I hate to waste any more time when I need every second, but I know if he gets even a whiff of me planning to bolt, he’ll lock me down.
Uncrossing my arms, I tell him, “I think I’m just going to have a glass of water, calm down, and go back to bed. Let me know if you get ahold of Coy?”
“I will,” Poster Boy says without hesitation, and I feel his eyes on my back the entire walk to the kitchen.
I force myself to go through the motions. I grab a glass, fill it up with water, and sip from it, all the while counting down how much time I have left in my head.