Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Unfortunately, she couldn’t exactly get to it. She wriggled her hands, trying to lift her shirt.
“Hey, calm down, sweetheart,” Scott said. “Don’t make the bed squeak. I promise I won’t let them hurt you.”
“It’s not me they’re planning on hurting, dumbass. Did you not hear them? They’re going to torture you in the hopes that I’ll break at the sight of you in pain. They don’t know I dream about it at night.” Though less and less these days. Her dreams had been taken over by Keane and Garrett.
“You could tell them what they want to know,” Scott replied, sounding a bit more desperate now.
“And have them kill us faster? Do you honestly think they’re going to let us live? They can’t.”
Then she felt it. A vibration across her left butt cheek. Oh, she could feel it because that whole part of her body was still sensitive from taking large cocks inside it the previous night. It should be a rule. No kidnapping after anal sex.
Thank the universe she’d turned the ringer off. She’d done it the night before because she hadn’t wanted anything to interrupt her time with Garrett and Keane. Now it saved her from being found out. She wasn’t sure how those two murderous morons had missed the fact that she had a cell phone on her, but it was going to cost them. Her mother tracked her phone. The minute her mother found out she was missing, she would pull up her phone and find that little dot. It was the trade-off for having to wear something her father slipped a GPS tracker in.
“What is that?” Scott asked. “Holy shit. Olivia, do you have a cell phone?”
The argument was reaching a crescendo on the other side of the door. Something about how each one had ruined the other and blah blah blah.
“Yes,” she said as quietly as she could. “I put it in my back pocket. We just have to hold on. Don’t let them know I have it. They can track me here and save us.”
“The police?” Scott asked. “Good. They’ll see I didn’t have anything to do with this. It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay, and your father will see I saved you.”
The nerve. “You didn’t save me. Their lack of thoroughness is going to save me.”
Although she figured nothing would save her backside. Her dad would likely cheer her men on.
“I came for you,” Scott insisted.
Another round of vibration. They were definitely looking for her. They were probably sending her texts that told her to stay put, wait for them.
Or Gigi was sending her a million emojis and wanting to talk about last night’s episode of Below Deck.
Was her father having a heart attack? Was her mother crying? Were Garrett and Keane figuring out that she wasn’t worth all the trouble?
“I risked my life to save you,” Scott insisted.
“You walked into the grocery store. I’m pretty sure if you had known what would happen, you wouldn’t have,” she shot back. Could she get her hands out of the zip ties? She’d taken a class where they taught her how to break the ties, but that was when they were in front of her, not behind. She was going to complain to Ian Taggart about that.
Shit. Taggart was probably already on his way. Her dad would panic and believe the police around here wouldn’t work fast enough, and that was how there would be a military-style attack squad coming in to deal with two dumb criminals. And then his daughters would hear the stories, and she was right back to humiliation.
“Olivia, I’m losing patience. I understand that I hurt you. I was wrong. You were right. I thought I wanted to make something of myself without you. I worried about what people would say, but now I know love is worth more than anything.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Scott. I didn’t love you. I wanted to start my life and you were there. I thought I wouldn’t love anyone the way I did my friend Bobby, so I was willing to settle for you. The truth of the matter is I was relieved when you left.”
“I know you’re lying. I know what we had.”
“Please stop. Death might be better than having to listen to you talk.” How long did she have to wait? Keane would have realized she was gone very quickly. Would he put together the fact that Stephen Gunderson was in on it? He’d been holding one of those stun guns.
“Don’t be such a bitch,” Scott said. “I can only be pushed so far. I came back for you.”
“You came back because you failed and you realized you couldn’t make it without me.”
That was when she realized it had gone quiet outside. They were no longer arguing.
The doorknob moved, the door coming open slowly.