Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Out of nowhere, a pair of arms clamps around me, securing my upper body, and tugs me away. I look back to see Drew. Fuck him.
"It’s done, Sebastian. Back the fuck off."
Lee’s voice cuts into the haze of rage surrounding me as he crouches on the ground next to Grady and helps him to sit up.
"Your friend here is fucking looney tunes," Grady groans, wiping at his face.
“Looney tunes? You don’t have a fucking clue,” I snarl, continuing to fight against Drew’s hold. It’s useless, though; his hold is unbreakable, proof of his unyielding strength.
He’s always been stronger than me.
"Calm down, man." Drew turns me to face him, and his fingers dig hard into my shoulders, the pain forcing me to focus my attention on him. "Tell me what happened."
"He took her. Yanov took Elyse. Right from under my fucking nose." I try to keep my voice level, but there's no missing the fear there. I don’t give a fuck if I look weak, or insane, not right now. Not with Elyse out there, in the hands of that deranged fuck.
Drew stares at me, his expression hard to read, but I know him better than most. He’s worried about me, worried if I’m okay or if I’ve completely lost my mind. The answer to all those questions is: I don’t know.
"Are you calm enough that I can release you to talk to the PI to see if he knows anything else, or do I need to babysit you?”
“I’m fine.” I shake my head, my rage still riding high.
Grady crosses the room, blood dripping out of his nose. "Fuck him. I’m not going to give him a damn thing. Not after the way he just acted. He’s lucky I haven’t called the police on him."
If only he would shut his fucking mouth. Losing control, I let myself go. I don't even feel like I'm in my body as I launch myself at the man one more time, my knife in hand, the blade pressed to his throat, tight to his thundering pulse.
“Call them. Won’t be able to say much after I slit your throat.” I put pressure on the blade, and watch as it slowly sinks into his flesh, blood welling up onto the metal.
"Fuck," Drew curses as he comes up behind me. I anticipate his reaction and swing on him. The knife cuts through the air with a swoosh as he dodges it expertly, twisting to the side at the last second. Grasping onto my forearm, he presses against the pressure point there, disabling my grip and forcing me to drop the knife. Fucker.
"Seriously? I asked you if you were okay.”
“And I was until he fucking opened his mouth again.”
“Who cares what he says? Only Elyse matters. Do you think she'd appreciate you acting like an asshole?"
“Elyse wouldn’t give a fuck what I had to do to save her.” I shove at his chest; he doesn't budge. He doesn’t even blink. He doesn’t understand. Doesn’t grasp how fucking dangerous this man is. “You wouldn’t know, but I do. I know how fucked up this guy is, and the things he will do to her. What he’s already done to her.” I shake my head. “One minute in his presence could be the end of her life if she makes the wrong move. I can’t risk leaving her with him. I can’t have her blood on my hands, too.”
The raw anguish coating my voice makes me feel vulnerable and weak, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters but saving her.
Drew’s jaw clenches, and after a moment he turns to face Grady, “I know you don’t want to help, and I suppose Sebastian could’ve asked a little more kindly. However,” Drew’s eyes go flat and hard, and Grady tenses, his shoulders rigid, his eyes searching the area as if he’s hunting an exit in the face of an apex predator. “You were hired to find this man, and now, when his girl has been taken by the creep, he needs that information, so unfortunately for you, no one is leaving here until you hand over what we need. I can appreciate the fact that you need to be paid for your work, and I will ensure that you are, but let me be clear...produce the information, or Sebastian will be the least of your worries.”
My heart hammers in my chest. If he’s smart, he’ll say yes. I glare at the PI over Drew’s shoulder, daring him to say no. It’ll be the last thing he says, thinks, or does. Some part of me feels a little more secure with Drew here. He’ll make sure I don’t do anything that I might not be able to take back later.
Weighing his options, Grady shakes his head angrily and turns to his computer. Shoving the monitor to the side he grabs the thumb drive from a port, and tosses it to Drew.