Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
The hit comes from nowhere, and I’m groaning as I hit the ground.
I’m fading, my vision swirling, and the last thing I see is her screaming and breaking away from the agents as she bolts right for me.
And then I’m out.
12
Skye
I scream as the FBI agent clocks Jagger over the head with a gun, knocking him to the ground. I lash out without even thinking, catching one of the two men holding me in the shin with my heel and the other in the balls with my knee. Their grips on me loosen as they groan, and I tear out of their hands and run towards the man I love.
He’s groaning, but conscious on the ground as I tumble down next to him, scooping his head into my lap and cradling him in my arms.
“Oh my God, please be okay…” I whisper fiercely into his ear as stroke his furrowed brow.
“There’s my girl!”
My head snaps up, my eyes narrowing to daggers at my father, who’s grinning away at me.
“Yep, that’s her. I knew the bastard had her here!”
I lurch to my feet, hatred on my face as I hiss at my father.
“You lying son of a bitch!”
My dad chuckles, waving a hand at me and giving the agent next to him a knowing look.
“She’s talking all crazy. He’s probably got her on drugs or some shit by now, Lord have mercy.”
The FBI agents glance at each other, not sure what to do. Finally, the head agent, the one who pistol-whipped Jagger, growls and shakes his head.
“Fuck this. Take Mr. Kovac and the girl away.”
“No!”
I scream as three agents descend on Jagger, dragging him to his feet just as his eyes are starting to open.
“He didn’t kidnap me, he’s my fiancé!”
The whole room freezes. Jagger’s eyes fly open, his gaze leveled right at me. He looks amused, and I can see his brow arch at me, even if he’s clearly still in pain.
“We're getting married,” I say, my voice even. “I left my father because he was physically abusive to me, and came here to my boyfriend’s house to get away from it.”
Everyone in the room glances at each other, like no one knows what to even say right now. And I can see the head agent starting to shake his head, when suddenly, I know what I have to do.
“There's a file, in his study, on the desk.” My voice comes from outside my body — firm and even as I let my eyes burn into Jagger’s. “It’ll tell you everything you need to know about that bastard,” I hiss the last word, pointing at my father, whose face suddenly looks pale.
“Get it,” the head agent mutters to one of his underlings, who runs off. The man returns a second later, holding it in his hands.
My file — the one that Jagger kept on me even before he met me. The one that led him to me, really, and me to him.
The one that documents every shitty, terrible thing my father ever did to me.
The agent holding the file swallows, his look hardening as he stares at my father while he addresses his superior.
“Sir, you should see this.”
I know what's in there. I didn’t even have to look after Jagger told me what it is, but I see it anyways as the agent walks past me. It’s hospital visits — times I “fell down the stairs.” The black eyes from the sports I don’t actually play.
It’s photographs, and audio recordings, and proof of local cops being paid off by my father to look the other way.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” The head agent stares at the file in his hands, his look hardening. Slowly, he looks up at me.
“This is your boyfriend, huh?”
“She said fiancé,” Jagger growls under his breath. “Are you fucking deaf?”
The agent glares at him but turns back to me. “Fine, fiancé. And how old are you, miss?”
“Eighteen. I’ll be nineteen soon.”
He nods, turning to glance at a few of the other agents.
“Anything else in the house?”
“Nothing, the place is clean,” one of them says with a shrug.
The head agent sighs. “Fuck it, let him go.”
The agents have barely let go of Jagger before he’s shoving them aside and storming right for me. I fling myself into his arms as he scoops me up, spinning me around and kissing me fiercely, like there’s no one else in the room at all as he takes me back into his arms.
“Look, we both know what you are, Mr. Kovac,” the agent leans close and mutters under his breath as the rest of them start to pack up.
“That’s wonderful for you,” Jagger spits back.
“Does she though?” The agent shakes his head at me. “Does she know what you’re bringing her in—”
“She knows everything,” Jagger says sharply, cutting him off before narrowing his eyes at the older agent. “Everything, Tanner. Including your donations. Keep that in mind.”