Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
But I’d never heard of her before.
The man grabbed my chin. “You’re lucky I promised Clint he could have you,” the man snarled. “He’ll kill you fast.”
He shoved me hard, but I managed to stay upright. “My…my parents,” I mumbled, though my tongue felt thick in my mouth. Nausea had my stomach rolling back and forth, and I prayed I wouldn’t pass out again.
I’d ended up stealing Dominic Barretti’s boat to escape the property. I’d managed to figure out how to get to the ferry dock only because I’d seen a ferry making its way towards the mainland. Just before I’d reached land, I’d put the battery back into my watch. I’d been relieved when the time showed up on the normal-looking dial, but there’d been no way to know if the watch had reconnected with Vincent’s app.
I’d docked the boat in the harbor, certain that I’d run into one of Dom’s or Ronan’s men, but it had been a guy in black jeans and a dark T-shirt that had appeared at my side and pressed a gun between my ribs. After searching me for a phone and thankfully leaving me with the watch, we’d driven for a good two hours before the car had turned onto a narrow dirt road that had led to some kind of singular building. Inside had been a few pieces of large machinery. I’d been led to a back room where a guy with silver hair had been waiting, and I’d barely gotten the question out about my parents before he’d hit me. I’d lost track of things after the fourth blow.
“Your parents are the least of your concerns,” the man said. “You-”
The man’s words dropped off suddenly when there were a series of loud pops coming from outside the building. The man snagged my arm and dragged me to my feet. To the other man who’d been covering me he said, “Go check it out.”
I was dimly aware of more popping sounds, and I sensed the man behind me getting more and more agitated as he kept turning us around to face the direction of the sounds. There was enough light from the overhead lights that I could make out more of the inside of the building. I suspected it was some kind of outbuilding for a farm, because the few pieces of farm equipment inside of the building looked used.
The popping sounds stopped and the man began calling out different names. When the door on the far end of the building opened, he jammed a gun against my temple. “Don’t move,” he warned me.
I wanted to tell him I couldn’t promise anything because I was so dizzy. I tried to focus on the figure at the far end of the building.
Several figures.
I thought it was his men at first, but when the guy yelled, “Stop right there!” I knew they weren’t his guys.
Which meant only one thing.
“Vincent,” I whispered, though I knew there was no way he could have heard me.
Knowing he was here helped clear the fog in my head, and I managed to make him out, along with another man with gray hair. Between them was a third guy. It looked like Vincent and the other guy were holding the third guy up.
“You lose something, Yates?” Vincent called.
I heard the man behind me suck in a breath when Vincent and the other guy released the third guy and he fell to his knees between them and let out a scream of pain.
“Clint!” he shouted. The man’s hold on me eased a little and I felt the hard metal of the gun ease back from my skin. “What did you-”
That was all he got out as I watched Vincent raise his gun in one fluid move. Warm liquid hit my skin as the man behind me crumpled to the floor. My knees refused to hold my weight anymore and I unceremoniously fell onto them. I managed to look over my shoulder at the guy’s lifeless body, blood leeching all over the floor from a gaping hole in the middle of his forehead.
“Nathan, baby,” Vincent called as he reached me. He caught me just as I started to fall over.
“Knew you’d come,” I managed to say as he stroked my face.
“Always,” he whispered, and then his mouth was brushing gently over mine.
That was the last thing I was aware of before I let the darkness claim me.
Chapter 30
Vincent
The first thing I saw when I entered the room was Nathan sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me. I quietly shut the door behind me and went around the bed.
“You should be lying down,” I murmured as I sat down in the chair next to the bed. My belly rolled at the sight of the bruises covering Nathan’s face. Since I’d helped Ethan undress him so he could examine him, I knew his sides were also covered in black and blue marks. It made me want to kill William Yates all over again.