Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I slam Luke’s head into the concrete and step back, letting him fall to his violated ass. Think, Saint…It can’t be her. Devin and Gavin ran every test there was. They would have seen a bomb. It would have shown up on x-rays, right? The CT scan? Ultrasound? There would have been some kind of red flags to make them dig deeper if they found something odd.
It’s Luke. He’s trying to distract me by using my wife. I’m not going to fall for it. I grab Luke and shove him to the floor once more. “Tyson, go find Kashton. Fill him in on everything.”
“Done,” Tyson states and takes off.
Sin walks out of the cell only to come back with a set of gloves of his own. I shake my head, pointing at the hallway. “Get out. Both of you go. I’m not going to be responsible for killing you guys if he’s lying.” I’m not that knowledgeable when it comes to bombs. So I have no clue what might set it off.
“I’m staying.” Sin smiles with excitement, and I growl. I don’t have time to fight him on this, and he knows it.
“Ryat, alert the hospital staff. Have people moved to the morgue.” It’s the safest place that I can think of right now.
Sin’s face pales, and he too looks at Ryat. “Will you make sure Gavin moves Laura, please? The last thing I want to do today is explain to my wife that a bomb killed our child.”
“On it.” Ryat sprints off.
Sin removes his belt and kneels down by Luke, who is losing his shit once more now that he realizes this is happening. I hold his arms down his back while Sin fastens his belt around his wrists. Then he flips Luke onto his back. I undo my belt and wrap it around his thighs.
Sin places his knee into his neck and shoulder, pinning him down, he then reaches underneath Luke’s tied legs, and pulls his knees to Luke’s chest. The position lifts his ass and lower back off the concrete floor, giving me better access.
“Okay, Luke. Let’s see if you were telling the truth.” Sin laughs. “I never thought death by anal cavity search would be an option for me.” Shaking his head, he adds, “I like my odds.”
ASHTYN
I’m sitting up in my hospital bed and Devin stands next to me, handing me a cup of ice. “Try this first. If you can keep it down, then we’ll move onto liquids.”
Nodding, I take a piece of cubed ice, but I just let it melt in my mouth.
“That’s good.” He smiles at me when I swallow.
My throat is sore, but my body feels good. Of course it’s numb from the pain pills, but I’ll take it after the four days of being strung up outside while being starved and deprived of survival essentials. My head is a little foggy, but he told me it’s the sedation wearing off from earlier.
The sound of an alarm goes off, and I flinch. “One second.” He pats my thigh over the blanket and walks over to the door. He pokes his head out and looks both ways down the hall and then shuts the door, returning to me.
“What’s going on?” I ask over the blaring alarm.
“I’m not sure.” He removes his cell from his pocket and then places it to his ear as he calls someone. They don’t answer because he puts it away after a second.
“Where’s Saint?” I ask worried. I woke up about thirty minutes ago, and Devin was in here with me. He explained what happened and that he and Gavin removed the piece of glass, and I’ve got stitches. My right arm is in a sling because they had to relocate it. Sounds painful, but I feel nothing at the moment. When he started to talk about the test results of my rape kit, I shut down. He wanted to bring in someone to talk to me, and I refused. It won’t change what happened. I want to forget, not let that motherfucker win by having to talk about it.
The hardest part will be Saint. How he’ll feel about me now. How he’ll treat me.
“Don’t worry, Ashtyn. I’m sure he’s fine.” His cell rings, and he digs it out again, answering it. “What the fuck is going on?” he tries to whisper, but I hear him clear as day over the blaring alarm. “What?” he barks.
I pop another piece of ice into my cracked lips. I’m so thirsty, it’s just not enough. So I pop two in this time.
The door swings open, hitting the interior wall, and a male nurse pops his head in. “We’re moving everyone to the morgue,” he rushes out, and then he’s gone.
“What?” I look at Devin. “Why?”
He doesn’t answer me, but the way his phone call just went, I think he knows and doesn’t want to tell me.