Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
He’s beautiful.
“W-w-who are you?” I croak, still unable to move.
“Marek,” he murmurs, his eyes scanning Ethan. “He took things that belonged to me.”
“He?” My mind is scrambled, I can’t even get the words out.
“Get to your feet.”
I do as he asks, pushing to my feet, my legs shaky. Even standing at my full height, he looks so much more powerful. Like he could bring me down with a simple look. There is an energy that radiates off him that tells me he is a very, very bad man. My entire body goes on immediate alert, and the urge to run is scarily overwhelming.
“He had something I want, now you do,” Marek purrs, his voice a low drawl.
“I don’t,” I stammer. “I don’t understand.”
“I want what your pathetic excused of a husband stole from me, but you see, the little club you left it with, they’re not my biggest fans. I’m going to need you.”
“You want me to go and get it?”
“No, child, I am going to use you to get them to bring it to me.”
I don’t understand.
Why doesn’t he just let me go and get it?
Seeing the confusion on my face, he goes on. “I don’t know you; I don’t trust you, and I find it hard to believe they’ll let you bring it to me. So, to ensure they do, I’m going to keep you until such time as they bring it to me.”
“And if they don’t?”
He smiles, cold and so terrifying it sends shivers up my spine. “Then you get to find out the kind of operation I run.”
That doesn’t sound good.
Not at all.
“I don’t ... I don’t have any way of contacting them,” I try, a pathetic attempt to get out of what, exactly?
I don’t even know.
I don’t know who this man is, but something tells me I don’t want to.
“Don’t worry,” he says as he raises a hand and one of the men waiting steps forward, “I have an inside source.”
The man approaches me and quickly reaches out, taking my arm and hauling me toward him. Shaking my head, I try to free myself but there is no point, he’s far bigger than I am, and there are three of them and only one of me. I glance down at Ethan once more, and my stomach twists. “W-w-what about him?”
“Don’t you worry about him,” Marek tells me, before turning and walking toward a car I didn’t even hear come in.
“Where are you taking me?”
Marek pauses but doesn’t turn. “Don’t you worry about that, either. Be a good girl, and you’ll be safe.”
Safe?
The man holding me pulls me to the car and puts me in. I go without a fight, mostly because my body is in some serious shock. I’m shaking all over and my mind is scarily numb, it doesn’t seem to matter how many times I try and get my thoughts together, nothing comes of it. All I can see is Ethan’s body on the ground, flashing over and over in my mind.
He's dead.
It’s over.
But is it?
I pay no attention to where we’re actually going. I just sit, head hung, as the car moves in complete silence. When we finally come to a stop, I see we’re at some motel. It’s not familiar, so it must be out of town. Marek turns, his eyes scouring over me, before he nods at the guy, and, without hesitation, he pulls me from the car.
They move quickly to a motel room, and once we’re inside, they close and lock the door.
Marek pulls out a phone, his eyes locking on mine. His gaze doesn’t shift the entire time he makes a call.
He’s terrifying.
“I have Alexis,” he murmurs low into the phone to whoever he’s talking to.
How does he know my name?
Did I tell him?
My mind is mush.
“If you want her back, I want everything you found in that safe. I’ve dealt with her problem, you’re welcome. I suppose I owe you one. Meet me, and you get her back.”
He listens for a moment, a small smirk stretching across his face.
“I see you’ve missed me, sweetheart.”
Who is he talking to?
Whoever it is clearly doesn’t like his comment because I can hear yelling on the other end of the phone.
Marek keeps his confident, cold smile.
“Come now, Acacia, you’re hurting my feelings.”
Acacia?
She is the person he is talking to?
How does he know her?
Better yet, how does she know him?
“You know where we’ll meet. Six hours. Be there with the items or your little lady here dies.”
With that, he hangs up the phone and casually puts it back in his pocket.
“You know Acacia?” I ask, confusion washing over me.
“You could say we go a long way back,” he answers, his voice low. “Now, be a good girl and sit down. Your bikers will be coming for you soon.”
Will they, though?
After what I just did?