Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I can’t give out that kind of information.
“You’ll give it or we’re going to have problems,” Liam orders.
“I’m sorry, sir, I can’t,” the clerk says, obviously nervous.
Liam leans in and drops his voice down to a deadly level. “That motherfucker up there is a known felon. He’s left a trail of corpses from here to the East Coast. He has my sister-in-law up there in that hotel room and if you don’t tell me what room he’s in, you better believe we’re going to have problems.”
“Please help us,” I plead, desperate. I watch as the clerk carefully takes out a hotel card. She types on the screen and runs the card through some kind of machine. She slides it across the counter to me.
“Room 714,” she whispers. I grab the card with shaking hands, tears in my eyes. Then, I call out my thank you as we run toward the elevator.
Once we get inside, Liam takes the card out of my hand and he holds my face, framing it in his large hands.
“Ice, I need you to keep a clear head. You stay behind me the entire time. You let my body cover you and you hold onto my belt loop. You don’t move away from me. Got it?”
“Got it,” I reply, nodding my head.
The elevator ride seems to take forever. When the doors slide open, Liam moves quickly, but quieter than before down the hall. He draws his gun and my eyes automatically go beside me to where Rebel is and he has a gun drawn, too. We make it to the door, and Liam looks at me. I immediately get behind him, hooking my finger into his belt loop. He puts the card in the door and the small light turns green and I hear the clicking of the lock. I watch him turn the knob. There’s no screaming coming from the other side. There’s no noise at all. I’m terrified of what we will see when that door opens.
We’re already too late.
Fury
I shove the door open so hard it slams against the wall. I step in, casing the place, finger on my trigger and cover every corner of the room. I hear Ellie gasp. She’s spotted her sister. She’s lying on the bed, covered in blood, holding Glenna. Ellie goes to them, and I curse under my breath as I use my body to shield her, giving her my back as I stay on alert.
Rebel goes around us after securing the door and putting the safety lock on. He goes into the bathroom. And a second later he calls out, “Clear!”
He walks back into the room, pulling the curtains open, to make sure Wolf isn’t lurking behind them.
“Fuck,” I hiss, shoving my gun in the back of my pants. “He’s gone.”
“Where’s Devil?” Rebel asks.
“I think he missed the elevator. He doesn’t move as fast as we do. He’ll be here,” I mutter.
“She’s dead,” Dawn says, so quietly that I almost miss what she’s saying.
“Fuck, this is a mess. He slit her fucking throat,” Rebel growls.
I reach down and touch Glenna’s neck, for a pulse. I know it’s useless, her eyes are open and glassy. There’s no way she’s alive. I am surprised because the body is warm, however.
“Dawn,” I snap. Dawn ignores me, continuing to just rock Glenna in her arms. “Dawn,” I growl more sternly. “When did Wolf leave?”
Dawn’s dazed eyes come to me for a second, but then she turns away.
“Dawn, honey, when did Reggie leave?” Ellie asks more softly, holding Dawn’s face and forcing her to look at her.
“He left right before you got here,” she says, surprising the fuck out of me. I figured she’d be too looney to answer. It’s obvious she’s in deep shock. She might also be completely wrong and Wolf left hours ago. I have to see if we can find any signs of him, however. Plus, I doubt Wolf can get the drop on Devil, since Devil is looking for him, but I don’t like the fact he’s not here, yet.
“Ice—”
“Go, I’m calling 911. You see if you can find this bastard,” she says, seemingly in complete control now that she knows Dawn is alive. “Keep the fucking door locked and I mean the safety lock. Follow me and do it the minute I go out.”
She does immediately as I ask, and I know it’s not the place for it, but I tilt down and kiss her quickly on the lips.
“Be safe,” she says and then Rebel and I are out the door and down the hall. We take the stairs, wanting to make sure the motherfucker isn’t hiding in them. If we don’t find any sign of him, I’m going to personally go door by door. I won’t let him get away again. He’s haunted my family for way too long.