Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
A hand circled her ankle and dragged her back.
“No!” she whimpered as her feet hit the floor, and her upper body was shoved flat on the bed with a firm hand on the back of her neck.
“You asked for this. I told you what happens to bad little girls.”
“Let me go!” she screamed, struggling as much as she could.
Wilson shoved the dress up, revealing her thong and bare ass cheeks.
Her mind screamed at her to continue fighting. But pinned beneath a monster, she couldn’t move her body away. She kicked back like an angry horse, fighting for freedom.
Wilson grunted in pain but was able to use his knees to spread her legs wide and pin them to the sides of the bed.
“No,” she whispered. Tears flowed, mixing with the blood and creating a mess on the sheets. “I’m sorry, Lock.”
If only she’d just gone along with the plan. If only she hadn’t tried to confront Oliver.
So many if-onlys and regrets. She closed her eyes and thought of Lock’s strong arms around her, holding her tight and shielding her from the world.
The sound of Wilson’s zipper being lowered ran up her spine like a spur.
In a final burst of defiant energy, Brenna thrashed and screamed. She’d promised herself she’d fight, and goddammit, she wouldn’t let herself down.
LOCK DIDN’T HAVE any formal military or tactical training, but Spec put them through the paces every few months to ensure they could handle themselves in such situations.
He trailed Jinx down the hallway, keeping his back to the wall as he kept an eye on the door they’d come through while Jinx focused ahead. So far, aside from the giant guard Spec took out in under two seconds, they hadn’t encountered anyone else. The hallway was dim, with only a few sporadic lights, but even he could see the place was high-class.
“It’s too quiet,” Jinx whispered so low Lock had to strain to hear. “Why’s it so fucking quiet? Shouldn’t sex offenders be running around with neon lights over their heads? Make our life easier.”
Lock snorted. His heart pounded so loud it shocked him. He was surprised Jinx couldn’t hear it like a gong sounding.
“Maybe the others are having more luck.” Part of him wanted to say fuck it and run back to the steps leading downstairs. If they kept Brenna down there, he wanted to be there when they found her. But there was a chance she was up there, and he couldn’t leave Jinx alone.
He stumbled a step as a horrible thought entered his mind. “Think Oliver was fucking with us?” Christ, what if they had it completely wrong?
“Nah,” Jinx said with a shake of his head. “I think he was too stupid to try and play Spec. He really thought he’d stay alive if he spilled his guts.”
Please let that be true.
“You’re probably right. This whole thing is just fucking with my head.”
“I hear tha—”
A blood-curdling scream broke through the silence and sent a spear of ice straight to Lock’s heart.
“Holy fuck, that’s Brenna.” Fuck protocol. Lock took off down the hallway, running past Jinx at full speed.
“Shit,” his brother spat out. “Hold the fuck up.”
“No.” He was done waiting. Lock sprinted down the hall. When he came to a locked door, he booted it in with a savage kick. The door flew open, slamming against the wall with a loud smack. An overweight man stood with his cock out, about to ram it in some crying woman’s mouth.
The guy shrieked and fell on his naked ass as he tried to step back.
“You’re free,” Lock called to the woman. He didn’t have time to stop. She wasn’t Brenna.
“Shit,” Jinx said again. “Brother get the fuck up here, we’ve hit the jackpot,” he shouted into his phone.
Lock didn’t wait around to hear how Spec responded. His muscles screamed as he ran to the next door and gave it the same biker boot treatment—only this room was empty.
Another scream had him shouting, “Brenna!” at the top of his lungs. It was closer. So close. The next room, maybe.
As he made it to the next door, Jinx ran up behind him. “Kick it in,” the big guy yelled, weapon ready for whoever was on the other side.
He bashed the door in and let out a primal roar as he saw a man on top of a screaming, crying, and fighting like hell, Brenna.
Instinct took over. At that moment, he was no longer human but an animal whose bonded mate suffered.
Kill, kill, kill.
He charged forward, lowering a shoulder like a linebacker going to the tackle. It happened so fast that the bastard barely had time to process it before Lock flew into him at full speed.
They hit the floor hard, but Lock didn’t feel a thing as he landed on the man who’d touched Brenna.
Jinx was less than one second behind. As Lock was about to start beating the life out of the man, Jinx shouted. “I’ve got him. See to your woman.”