Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
“Oh, shit,” Nikolai said.
“Tell me you put some men on her for her safety.”
“No, man, you didn’t order it. You told us to leave her the fuck alone.”
He didn’t want to be tempted, so he cut off all connections.
“If we have this, it’s only a matter of time before someone alerts Vincent. We need to go and we need to go right now.” Alexey had never considered himself a savior. There was no room in his life to save anyone.
He fought.
He tortured.
He killed.
There was no room to help someone.
Jane had helped him, and if his gut feeling was right, it was now time for him to return the favor.
Chapter Two
Jane hated noodles.
She stared into her single saucepan of packet noodles. Until she got a better paying job than waitressing at a dive, she was living on noodles.
Food was offered as part of the deal, but she didn’t like Arnold, the chef, who looked like he stepped out of the sewer, cooking anything for her. Call her picky, but she didn’t like the idea of losing weight via food poisoning, and that man looked like he gave it on a regular basis. She was not a bad judge of character. All her life, she had seen the mixture of good, bad, and just plain evil, all dressed up, and looking good on paper.
After a few more seconds, the noodles were cooked, so she tore open the final seasoning packet, added it to the pan, and gave it a final stir. Once that was done, she poured it into her bowl, then quickly washed her saucepan.
She was already dressed in her pajamas that had seen better days. Most of her stuff had seen better days. Tonight, she intended to eat her noodles, watch some television, hopefully some drama or even a horror movie. She hated horror movies, but she would rather watch them from behind a pillow than a sappy romance. Romance was dead.
She had seen the other side of it, and she was one hundred percent cynical. She picked up a fork and made her way into the sitting room, getting as comfortable as she could on the lumpy sofa. Turning on her television, she kept it low because she didn’t want any banging on the walls, which were so thin.
Twirling her fork into her bowl of noodles, she shoved some in her mouth after blowing across them, so they didn’t burn. She was in the process of taking more, when there was a knock on her door. Jane frowned. No one ever knocked on her door. The bell was broken, or it had never been in order, she wasn’t quite sure.
Putting her bowl of noodles on the table, everything in her gut was telling her something was off. She lived in a building with neighbors that didn’t go around announcing they were new.
She felt a little sick to her stomach as she made her way toward the front door. Any other time, she would be looking for a way to escape, but in this apartment, the only way to do that was through the front door.
The ladders near her window were rusted, and when she attempted a practice escape, they had snapped. She told the landlord months ago, and he was still attempting to repair them, or so he claimed. The man never did anything unless there was money in it for him, not that she was surprised.
As she made her way to the door, she couldn’t help but hesitate. No one ever called on her, not even the landlord. She was expected to have her rent money at the approved time, and she was to go down to his room and hand him the money. She never got packages and rarely got hand-delivered mail.
She was about to take a step back when the door was kicked open. Jane was too close, and she fell to the floor, crying out as the pain hit her. Falling to the ground, she knew this was not good. She didn’t scream and tried not to panic.
Jane started to crawl away, and just as she moved a few inches, someone grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet.
“Fuck me, you are one ugly bitch.”
She didn’t recognize the man, but she had a feeling this was happening because she saved that other man.
“Fuck you,” she said.
There was no way she was ever going to beg for her life.
He threw her against the wall, and they were thin, so she felt it dent beneath her body. Jane watched as he came for her again, and she jammed her fist into his dick, which bided her some time.
Only, there was not one attacker, but two.
She cried out as once again, he caught her hair and she decided she was going to get her fucking hair cut. This is why she never usually allowed her hair to grow out. The pain chased down her spine, and the man caught her, spun her around, and slapped her. He pulled back his hand and slapped her again.