Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Shit.
I start walking down the sidewalk holding the phone up in front of me hoping to find a spot where I get at least one bar. I take little steps, watching the phone screen more than my surroundings.
“Shit,” I mumble to myself, knowing I’m going to get my ass chewed whenever I do get ahold of Ella.
“Need a lift?” A unfamiliar voice calls out, making me jump. I quickly turn around dropping my phone in the process. It’s the creepy guy from the hallway, and now he is standing a few inches away from me.
My voice is stuck in my throat, and all I can do is shake my head no. The man gives me a sinister smile that has my stomach coiling with nervous knots. Looking past his shoulders I realize that I’ve wandered away a good bit from the front of the club and, that now I’m completely alone with this unknown man. My heart rate spikes as fear surge through my veins. I don’t know how, or why but I just know something bad is about to happen.
I take a step back, desperately trying to get some distance between him and I. I feel paranoid like I’m losing my mind. I think he is going to grab me but he makes no move to do so. I take another step back and he smiles at me, his eyes darken as if he is enjoying this little cat and mouse game.
I take one small step backward realizing then why he didn’t try and grab me. A set of strong arms wrap around me from behind. Fear and panic creeps in when a large hand covers my mouth stopping the scream burning to escape from my lips. I start kicking and flailing my arms, attempting to hit any appendage I can.
Time seems to stand still when I feel a prick in the side of my neck.
I fight for another five seconds before my limbs get heavy and my eyes close without permission. I’m vaguely aware of a car pulling up next to us and my body being thrown into it like a rag doll. I want to fight, scream, and cry, but my body is completely useless and not following any of my commands. I feel my mind drifting away as panic settles deep inside of me. My last thought before the darkness completely claims me is if I will ever wake up again.
Chapter One
Violet
I groan into the air, my eyelids feeling as if they have been replaced with sandpaper. My head is pounding making it hard for me to think...I shiver as a coldness sweeps over my exposed skin. Exhaling I pry my eyes open and find that I’m lying in a bed looking at a white ceiling.
For a moment, I think I’m at the hospital.
Was I in an accident?
I turn my head expecting to find an IV sticking out of my arm, or some type of medical equipment. What I see instead has my heart stopping mid-beat. A deep panic settles into my bones sinking deep into my core. I’m in a concrete box. There are no windows, in fact, all four walls are white, with no paintings or decor.
It is a completely empty room minus the mattress beneath me. I scurry into a sitting position, pressing my back against the wall. It’s cold, and I stifle a whimper by biting my lip. My eyes move over the room once more.
The mattress beneath me is stained and doesn't even have a sheet on it. There is no blanket or pillow. Nothing about this room says I’ll be staying for a while, and that terrifies me. If whoever has me doesn’t plan on keeping me for a while then that means… I can’t even finish the thought without feeling like I might pass out.
I look down at myself. I’m wearing nothing but a damn skin tight dress, and my shoes are long gone. Looking at my attire jogs a memory from my mind. I remember…my birthday…the club…that creepy, scary guy. Everything comes rushing back to me all at once.
Oh god no, where am I? What happened to me?
My gaze swings around the room again. I have to find a way out. There seems to be only one exit and entrance out of the room and it’s through the large metal door on the far side of the room. I eye the thing, knowing there is no way I’ll be able to break it down or get it open. There is a small door in the center of it that reminds me of a food slot of a prison cell door.
Next to the door is a large mirror set inside the wall. I eye it with apprehension. I can't help but wonder if it’s just a mirror or one-way mirrors, where people can watch you from the other side. There is another room off to the right of the room, that leads into a small bathroom. I slowly stand on wobbly likes to take a closer look inside of it.