Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Before I kill him too fast, I manage to pull back and roll my shoulders to ease the tension building in them.
“Let’s try this again,” I say. “You supplied a kidney to Dr. Bentall.”
“So fucking what?” he spits as he moves back into a kneeling position, his face torn with pain. “Hah? What does it have to do with you?”
I crouch down until I’m at eye level with him. “Who grabbed Giulio Pirrotta? Who cut him open?”
A bloody smile pulls at Castellanos’ busted lips. “Oh, you mean the boy who cried like a baby? Why do you care?”
“He was my little brother,” I grit out between clenched teeth.
Castellanos’ eyes widen as he realizes he’s not getting out of this alive.
“Your brother?” He shakes his head. “You have no siblings.”
“I fucking adopted him. He was my heir, and you fucking gutted him.” Rage flays me to the bone and strips me of all my self-control. Lunging at the fucker, I force him onto his back and shout, “Hand me a fucking knife!”
Emilio acts quickly, and when he places the knife in my hand, I order, “Hold the fucker down.”
They grab his shoulders, and I move off Castellanos. Pressing the tip of the blade against his side, I shove it slowly into his abdomen.
He lets out an agonizing cry, and with a cruel smile on my face, I say, “Look who’s crying like a baby now, bitch.”
His body trembles from the shock, and his eyes are wide as he finally has the common sense to fear me.
Keeping the blade embedded into his abdomen, I growl, “Who grabbed Giulio?”
“I did,” he hisses. “I fucking gutted him like a meatbag.”
He’s pushing me, so I’ll just kill him.
“Where does The Harvest operate from?” I demand.
Another bloody smile stretches over his face. “We’re everywhere…move from city to city…never in one place… longer than three months.”
Using force, I cut a deep line down to where his pubic hair starts.
The fucker howls like an animal, the sound making a powerful wave of satisfaction fill my soul.
“Who’s your leader?” I ask through gritted teeth.
A humorless chuckle ripples from him. “Montes.”
“Montes fucking who?” I shout.
Castellanos’ eyes lock on me. “Servando…Servando Montes. He’s a…ghost. You’ll never…find him.”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “Don’t underestimate me.”
Pulling the knife out, I shove my fucking hand into his abdomen, grab a fistful of whatever fucking organs I touch first and yank it right out of his body.
His agonizing cry is cut short as his body starts to convulse.
I rise to my feet and watch as he goes into shock, and with his blood dripping from my hands, I savor his last breaths.
Skylar
After reassuring Dad for the hundredth time I’m okay, I take a step away from him and cross my arms over my chest.
“Why did you do it, Dad? Why go to such extreme measures for a kidney?”
“I couldn’t lose you, sweetheart,” he whispers.
“I made peace with dying,” I say, my voice still thick with tears.
“I wasn’t…I couldn’t just watch you die!” he exclaims.
“So you got a kidney on the black market? Surely, you know how they get most of the organs. Innocent people suffer and die to supply the market.”
“I didn’t think about that,” he admits. “Dr. Bentall told me he could get a kidney, and I didn’t ask any questions. I just wanted to save you.”
“At the expense of a twenty-year-old man! His life had barely started.” I suck in a breath to try and calm down.
Finally, being able to express my anger and heartache, it’s hard to keep my temper under control.
“What is done is done,” Dad says, making my eyes widen on him.
“It’s far from done,” I almost shout. I slap my hand against my chest. “I’m a freaking prisoner. For the rest of my life.”
Dad’s face crumbles under the strain of knowing he failed me as a father.
“I’m trying to think of a way to get us out of this mess.”
“Us?” I hiss. “There’s no us. I’m the one spending day in and day out in that penthouse with a monster.”
I move farther away from Dad and close my eyes as I suck in deep breaths so I can calm down. I don’t have long before I have to return to the penthouse, and who knows when I’ll see Dad again.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I deserve your anger.”
Suddenly, a man screams in pain, and the sound has me jerking with fright.
Dad and I stand frozen, staring at each other with wide eyes.
That did not sound good at all.
A howl of pain fills the air, and I quickly move to Dad’s side and grab his arm.
Dad shakes his head before looking at me again with urgency filling his eyes. “I’ll find a way to get you back. I promise.”
“I think I have a way, but it’s risky,” I whisper, scared someone will overhear us.