Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
He crosses his arms over his chest. “Leave your phone.”
I point to my purse. “It’s in there.”
He pulls a gun from his waistband. “Any problems, I shoot. I wanted to come kill you. My dad thought you deserved to be tortured.”
I hide my face from him, looking down at the ground as I walk out the door. I don’t want him to see the fear I know is evident on my face. John’s father, Luca, is the mob boss of the Antonelli family. I never wanted to get mixed up in any of this, but I didn’t have much of a choice. It all just fell into my lap.
“How is your dad doing?” I ask, and even I’m surprised by how calm I sound.
John grabs my arm, digging his fingers into my skin. “He’s serving a life sentence in a maximum security prison. How do you think he’s doing?”
He walks me over to his truck, opens the passenger side door, and shoves me inside. He leans over me, glaring. “My father is an old man, and—”
I cut him off because there’s no way I can sit here and listen to him spout about his father like he’s a good man. “He was trafficking women. He was—”
I don’t get the next words out. His fist connects with my face, and the pain is excruciating. He slams the door and stalks around to the driver's side. He’s angry, and he drives erratically through town. I’m holding my hand to my face, wiping the blood from my split lip. “Where are we going?”
“Have you not learned anything? Just keep your mouth shut.”
I stare out the window, watching the town go by, and when he pulls into the airstrip, I sit up a little taller. I’ve never been on the property, but this is where Logan worked when he was with the Ghost Team. I just know someone here will help me.
As if John can read my mind, he laughs. “Forget it. No one is going to rescue you.”
He drives right up to a waiting airplane. He pulls me from the car, and I try to run, but I don’t get far. John grabs me and drags me up the stairs to the airplane. Someone from the ground starts yelling, but the sound is gone when the door of the airplane closes. “We gotta go,” John yells.
Instantly, the plane starts moving, and John slams me into a seat. “Stay put. Don’t move. Don’t say a fuckin’ word… and I might make this a little less painful for you.”
I close my eyes and lean my head back against the seat. My mind instantly goes to Logan. I would give anything to have told him I truly do love him and for him to believe it. Now I’ll never be able to tell him. I’m going to die, and he’s always going to believe that I cheated on him.
My head jerks back as the plane picks up speed. I look out the window, and there are police cars with their lights and sirens on, driving toward us. John goes to stand by the cockpit. “Get this thing in the air.”
Almost instantly, we’re in flight, and I turn to look as we leave Whiskey Run behind us.
I hear the pilot yelling over the roar of the engine. “I told you that when I landed there, I couldn’t stay long. You don’t know Walker.”
John throws his hand up. “Fuck this Walker guy. I’m an Antonelli. No one can touch me. I’m not scared of some small town mercenary.”
The pilot screams, “You should be.”
John pulls his gun from his pants and points it at the pilot. I suck in a breath. Oh my God, he’s going to kill him, and we’re all going down.
John’s voice is deep and lethal. “Talk to me like that again. I’m the boss here now. I’m the one in charge. Do you have a problem with that?”
“No,” I hear the man murmur.
John stands there, holding the gun to the man’s head, and I don’t take a breath until he finally pulls it back and shoves it in his waistband. “Good. So land us in New York. I’m going to have some fun with her before the torture begins.”
My stomach rolls, and I can feel the bile rising in my throat. I clench the arm rests and stare daggers at John.
I know what he plans to do me once we land, and I’m not going to let it happen. I will die fighting him off. I know he hates me for what I did. My testimony put his father in prison forever, and there is no way he’s going to just let me live.
I close my eyes and take big breaths. A plan, that’s what I need. And no matter how much I want someone to save me, I hope Logan stays far away from the Antonelli family because they’re not going to like anything—or anyone—getting in their way.