Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
The tension eased from Kellion’s frame when Helios slowly nodded, lowering his gun. Helios had been like a ticking bomb all these days, and there was no telling what could trigger him. Even now, the memory of how Helios had gone berserk upon finding out MJ had been taken made Kellion wince. He definitely did not want that to happen again.
“Shall we sit down?” Yuri Athanas’ voice was quiet and smooth, the sound of it having a calming effect on everyone in the room. Helios shook his head, but Kellion took the decrepit-looking chair across Rick’s narrow bed. Beside him, Andreus Economou, the club’s hot-headed treasurer, walked towards the dusty window, taking a peek outside before perching himself on the window sill.
Sparing a glance at his surroundings, Yuri noted a few interesting things about the room that Rick had rented for the week. Unused towels, an unpacked bag, and the neat bed. “You really didn’t plan on staying here for a week, did you?”
Rick shook his head. “No. The men after me tend to be lazy. When they find out I’m checked in for the week, they’ll take their time to get to me. By the time they come here, I’d have crossed several towns already.” He looked at Helios. “You’re either a really good tracker...or you’re more desperate to find me than James’ men...or your brother Herod’s.”
The mention of his older brother’s name made Helios take a deep breath. Yet another man whose death was pending. He would get to Herod soon, but for now, he had to focus on what mattered most to him. Helios said abruptly, “MJ’s gone.”
Rick paled. “How?”
Helios’ fists clenched. “It was my fault—”
“No,” Kellion said sharply. “It was not. If anything, this was my fault since I’m in charge of security when you’re unavailable.”
“It was all our faults,” Yuri said flatly. “We underestimated the enemy, and we had not seen fit to let MJ know the danger she was in. And now, she’s the one paying for it.”
“Do you know why James took her, Rick?” Helios gritted out. “What kind of sick bastard would give his own daughter to a psycho like Manolito Chavez?”
“You don’t know?” Rick asked tiredly. “James is not MJ’s real father. I’ve done my own research before I got out of town, and I was fortunate enough to be able to speak to Madeline Cartwright’s lawyer before he passed away. He had taken care of the adoption, made it legal, then at James’ behest, got rid of the paper trail to prevent anyone from knowing that MJ wasn’t his real daughter.”
“Does MJ know?” Helios asked.
Rick shook his head. “I don’t think so. If she had, she wouldn’t have stayed that long in their house.”
“Do you know who her real father is? Maybe he has something to do with the abduction. We can’t rule that out,” Andreus said.
“No – and neither did the lawyer. All he could give me was a name that kept coming up when MJ’s parents would argue in his office. The name is...Vlahos.”
“THIS IS GOING TO BE very quick, I promise.” The doctor had a fake smile pasted on his face as he gave his assurance. Fake, not because he didn’t mean it. He did. He had been doing this for years for Manolito Chavez, and his surgical prowess was the only reason he was still alive.
The girl on the stretcher didn’t speak, didn’t even blink or plead for help with her eyes. Her strength moved him, making the doctor hang on to his smile harder. He mustn’t show pity or empathy for this girl. It would only make Manolito want to hurt her more.
MJ laid on the stretcher, still as a corpse and wishing it was so. The operating lights above her looked like bright white stars. She wished they would die. They made it so easy for everyone to see her naked body.
Her stomach turned upside down when the doctor glanced behind him for approval. She should have known he was here.
He said, “No anesthesia, Doctor.”
At those words, Panic appeared at the edge of the doorway, smiling her crazy smile.
“Of course, of course.”
The doctor went to the foot of the bed, and MJ didn’t even think of resisting as he parted her legs wide. She told herself she was ready for everything, told herself she wouldn’t let this break her, but then she saw the doctor’s eyes.
In his eyes, she caught a glimpse of the pain, the sheer, awful pain of recreating a woman’s unique gift, only so a monster like him could violate it.
That was when she started to struggle, but by then it was too late.
Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.
Metal cuffs closed on her wrists and ankles, her legs forced apart in a wide, wide V.
The doctor’s hands disappeared.
And then she was being “repaired”, the pain of it making impossible for her to even cry or scream.