Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
My tatted knuckles softly brush her hair from her bruised cheek. I’m going to rip Evan apart. Tear him to fucking pieces with my bare hands.
I’ll make sure she gets the revenge she deserves.
My cell rings and I roll over to pick it up off my nightstand. Bill lights up the screen. “Hello?” I ask, getting out of bed, not wanting to wake her. Devin said she’d be out for a few hours, but I want her to get as much rest as she can.
“I received a video,” he says in greeting.
I frown and pull the phone from my face to look at my messages. “I don’t see anything new to the group chat.”
“It came to me. Personally.”
“Okay.” I draw out the word. “What’s on it?”
“I’m going to forward it to you. Call me after you watch it.”
Click.
I lean my head back and close my eyes, taking a deep breath. My phone beeps in my hand, and I open it. Stepping out onto my balcony, I take a quick look at her in bed. She hasn’t moved. Falling down into a chair, I press Play on the video.
“Where is she?” Bill demands, standing in a hallway with Isabella.
“William—”
“Don’t lie to me. Trent told me she’s here.” He gives her his back and shouts. “Everett?”
“She’s not going to hear you,” Isabella states. She stands in a pair of high heels and an elegant black dress. It looks like Bill caught her before a dinner date with her husband—his best friend.
Bill spins around to face her, and she holds her hand up. “But I will allow you to see her.”
Bill snorts at her choice of words, but Isabella holds all the power.
The cameras change to a new hallway, and they enter a room. Evan sits behind a desk, typing away on his cell. He stiffens when he looks up to see his father with Isabella. “What are you doing here?” Evan demands, getting to his feet.
“He’s here to see Everett.”
Evan gives a rough laugh. “There are no visiting hours.”
“Don’t test me, Evan,” Bill growls. “I want to see her. Now.”
His son straightens his shoulders and opens his mouth, but Isabella says, “Take us to her.”
“She’s in isolation at the moment.”
“Why the fuck is she in isolation?” Bill demands.
“She’s being punished?” Isabella arches a brow at Evan, and he nods. “Well”—she waves a hand in the air—“five minutes can’t hurt. Take us to her.”
Evan clenches his jaw and stomps past them out of the office, and they follow after him.
The cameras change once more to another hallway, and they come up to a door. Evan grabs a set of keys from his pocket and goes to open it when Bill asks, “What’s this red light?” He points to it on the wall.
“Live feed,” Evan answers through gritted teeth.
“Turn it off,” Isabella orders him.
Evan pulls his cell from his pocket and does as he’s told. Opening the door, it creaks as light filters into a small concrete room from the hallway.
“Eve.” Bill rushes to the girl lying on the floor.
I cover my mouth with my hand when I get a look at her. She’s on her side, arms tied behind her back with rope that wraps around her waist and upper chest. Her thighs and ankles are also tied.
The room can’t be any bigger than four feet by four feet; she couldn’t even stretch out to lie flat if she wanted to, and there isn’t a single light in the room.
“Everett?” Bill shakes her, but she shows no sign of consciousness. “What’s wrong with her?” he demands, but neither answers him. He feels her neck for a pulse and curses. Then he yanks his suit jacket off and lays it over her. “She’s freezing.” Then he starts to untie her ankles.
Evan steps forward, but Isabella reaches out, placing a hand on his chest, and shakes her head at him. He tenses, stepping back.
“What did you give her?” Bill snaps. “It’s obvious she’s been drugged. And when was the last time you gave her something to eat?”
“It takes forty-five days to die of starvation. She’s only been here two weeks,” Evan quips.
Bill looks up at him with narrowed eyes. “You allow this?” He glances at Isabella. “He’s killing her.”
Isabella checks her watch and sighs. “Take her to the infirmary.”
“What?” Evan growls. “But she’s—”
“I’ll give you one million for her, but she leaves with me. Now,” Bill interrupts him.
“Absolutely not,” Evan snaps.
“You don’t get to decide,” Bill tells him and looks at Isabella. “You’re going to sell her anyway. I’ll buy her now. Two million.”
She arches a brow in thought.
“She’s not being sold.” Evan crosses his arms over his chest.
“What?” Bill snaps looking back and forth between them. “What is he talking about?”
“We’ve found better use for her,” Evan answers.
Bill’s face whitens when he asks, “What the fuck is it?”