Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Loud clangs of metal doors boom through the hallways, followed by the sound of irate inmates. Seconds later, a rustling comes through the radios. “THREE OFFICERS DOWN ON C-BLOCK. RIOT IN PROGRESS. IMMEDIATE RESPONSE REQUIRED. WE’RE OUTNUMBERED.”
“FUCK!” Rourke barks, crossing behind me and grabbing the door, trying to force it open without luck.
“Sorry, man,” I grunt, reaching up just enough to get my elbow over his head before squeezing tight around the base of his throat. His hands grip my forearm, attempting to loosen my hold, but I grab the gun at his hip with my free hand, and he stops struggling. I back us right up into the corner of the room, allowing space for only one guard to shoot at a time, and unfortunately for Jensen, he drew the short straw.
“DON’T DO ANYTHING STUPID!” Jensen roars, hesitating with his gun.
“Too late for that,” I tell him just as I pull the trigger and get a clean shot between the eyes, even with my hands bound down by my waist. Pretty good considering I haven’t touched a gun in seven years.
Aria screams while her boss looks as though he’s about to shit himself. I keep my focus on the other two guards, letting off another shot at Oakley and taking him down.
Rourke struggles in my hold, quickly running out of oxygen as the sound of rioting inmates grows louder. The moment they realize there’s a woman in here, it’s going to be a fucking shitshow.
But they won’t get their hands on her, not if I have anything to do with it, and it’s not because of some bullshit need to protect her. Far from it. It’s because if anybody is going to kill this woman, it’s going to be me.
The last guard comes at me, his gun already aimed at my chest, but with the very real threat of hitting Rourke, he hesitates as well, giving me the time I need. I squeeze the trigger again, only to find the chamber empty. Without skipping a beat, I throw my arms apart, snap straight through the shitty cuffs, and use the butt of the gun to knock him unconscious. In the same moment, Rourke’s body falls heavily to the ground.
They’ll both live, assuming the other inmates don’t get to them after I’m gone. As for Jensen and Oakley, I can’t say the same. Jensen had it coming, though. Nobody is going to mourn that fucker.
Gunshots sound from deeper within the prison as men flood past the conference rooms, some stopping to peer inside at the pretty girl cowering in the corner.
“This is some good shit,” the dude behind the camera says. “I’ll make a killing on this if I somehow survive it. Keep it going. Do your fucking worst.”
“RETREAT! RETREAT!” a voice cries through the radio as I bend down and take it off Jensen’s duty belt. Then I snatch the master keys too. I mean, when in Rome, right? If an opportunity is going to stare me in the face, who am I to deny it? Again, karma and all that shit.
This is the chance I’ve been waiting for these past seven years.
Let’s face the facts, Charles Wentworth doesn’t stand a chance in getting me out of here, especially not after taking out two prison guards, and most likely the three morons Aria brought with her today as well. The judicial system isn’t going to bow in my favor, so it’s up to me. If I want to be a free man to settle the scores I left behind, then I have to do it on my own.
With the radio hanging from my pocket and the master keys held firm between my fingers like a set of brass knuckles, I slowly stride around the small metal table, my gaze dancing between the three men.
“This is going to hurt,” I tell the cameraman, grabbing the front of his camera and slamming it right back against his face, shattering his nose. As he crumbles to the ground, I grab the sound guy’s head and ram it against the concrete wall, knocking him out cold. Leaving only one little cockroach to go.
“No,” Jedd panics, holding his hands up in horror. “No, take Aria instead. This is all on her. She’s the one who insisted on this interview and kept harassing your lawyer until he agreed. I told her to stop, but she insisted. She’s been defiant since the moment she came to work for me. I swear, you and I, we could still work together. I could win you the public vote you need. I just . . . I have too much to live for.”
He truly is a little cockroach.
The banging on the door grows more insistent, especially now that word is starting to spread about a woman being trapped in here with us. The other inmates start working together to break down the door, distracting Jedd, and I drive the master key deep into Jedd’s throat.