Total pages in book: 238
Estimated words: 231781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1159(@200wpm)___ 927(@250wpm)___ 773(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 231781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1159(@200wpm)___ 927(@250wpm)___ 773(@300wpm)
Was that his father?
He just smiled tightly and shrugged.
Shit. How bad does a kid have to be for a career criminal to not even be able to stand his own son?
He pointed behind him to a lanky blond with hollow cheeks and better skin than mine. “Rory Geardon,” he pointed out. “And you’ve met Taylor.”
I looked over at Taylor who sat on a stack of crates behind Will, leaning over his shoulder, smirking at me.
I locked eyes with Will. He leaned against the crates, his hands tucked in the center pocket of his hoodie.
A door was next to him, and I ran for it. He shifted away from the crates and grabbed me, and I shoved at his body, feeling something in his pocket.
I paused and then it hit me. My knife.
Or the knife I had on me when I woke up. I’d never seen it before, and I had no idea how it got in my pocket, but I wanted it back.
I dove into his sweatshirt, pulled out the knife, and backed away, unsheathing it again as I looked around me.
The other guys chuckled under their breaths.
“Did you bring me here?” I yelled at Will.
How long had he been here?
But I didn’t expect an answer.
I just screamed. “Let me out!”
I sucked in air, the small space, the darkness, and no place to run making my blood chill. I choked back my sob.
I knew he couldn’t be trusted. I told him that. I knew it.
“I hate you,” I said. This had everything to do with him.
Taylor jumped off the crates and came at me, and I lunged for him, only to have someone from behind grab my wrist.
I whipped around, swiping the blade, and Micah stumbled backward, hissing.
Blood dripped from his arm, and I backed away, holding the knife and keeping them in front of me.
“Fuck,” Micah cursed.
“I told you to let her die out there,” Rory bit out, taking Micah’s arm and elevating it as it bled.
“Let me out of here!” I screamed again.
But then all of them looked up, staring behind me as they stopped in their tracks.
I straightened my spine. What?
But I didn’t have time to wonder. Someone grabbed my hand with the knife, squeezing it as he fisted my throat with his other hand.
I gasped, crying out as I dropped the knife to the floor.
He turned me around, still clutching my neck, and I tipped my head back, looking up and seeing golden brown hair, slicked back, and high cheekbones framing amber eyes.
Young but older than the rest of them. Maybe Will’s age.
His lips curled at the corner, and my heart pounded so hard it hurt as I took in the broad shoulders, the five o’clock shadow, and the vein bulging in his neck.
“I would think they’d have a separate facility for the young women,” he joked, letting his eyes fall down my body. “Are they trying to make sure we keep misbehaving?”
Snorts went off behind me, and I planted my hands on his chest, trying to push him away as I heard a scrape on the ground, probably someone picking up my knife.
My hair hung in my face, over my glasses, and I was so thirsty.
He released me and I darted backward, putting distance between me and every one of them.
“Forgive me,” he said. “Just a joke.”
He walked around me, stopping at Micah Moreau and lifting the guy’s arm, inspecting it.
I flashed my gaze to Will, but he just stared down, absently scraping the blood out from under his nails with my knife as if I weren’t here.
“It’ll be okay.” I looked back at the guy talking to Micah, seeing him raise his arm back up to stop the flow of blood. “Just keep it clean.”
Who was this guy? Was he…?
Was he the one ‘in charge’?
I scanned his clothes, seeing a smooth-looking white Oxford, perfectly pressed and tucked into some black dress slacks with a shiny leather belt. He wore black leather shoes, and everything fit him perfectly, as if it were tailored especially for him.
A little better dressed than the other guys, but he did say ‘we’. Are they trying to make sure we keep misbehaving, he’d said.
He was a prisoner, too. He was the alpha Will spoke of.
Micah nodded at him before tossing me a scowl, and the alpha came back, regarding me.
“My apologies for them.” He pressed a hand to his chest, coming in. “Sincerely.”
But I shoved him back before he got any closer, his pressed white shirt now smudged with my dirt. “Get away from me.” And then I looked to Will. “Will!” I barked.
He just stood there, his gaze rising to meet mine without a care in the world.
“Will!” Jesus, snap out of it!
To hell with this. I ran for the stairs, jiggling the double doors to get out.
“I wouldn’t try that,” the alpha said. “It’s cold, I’m guessing you don’t know how to hunt, and believe me when I say you can walk a day in every direction and see nothing but your own footprints when you finally give up and drag your freezing ass back here because you have no other choices.”