Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 108988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
He gave me a forced grin back, but got back into traffic before he could be harassed by other drivers.
“You know which station to go to?”
He nodded, checking his rearview mirror. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Really tightly.
He looked more stressed than he should’ve. It wasn’t like he’d been arrested.
I frowned. “Uh. Spence?”
“Yeah.” He threw me a fast look. “I just want to get there. Get this done with.”
Cool. Yeah. I got that.
I told myself to relax, except something was off. This didn’t feel right.
I tried to tell myself to relax.
I was certain this wasn’t the first time something like this happened at Octavia. And I was sure Spence was partially doing this so Creighton wouldn’t use this in any way against . . . Well, against someone. I wasn’t totally certain.
“Was there footage of the incident?” Was Levi taken in? “There would’ve been a really big guy with them. Did he get arrested too?”
“Uh. What?” He ran a hand through his hair, batting some loose ends away. He scowled. “Who are you talking about?”
“One of the guys with my friends. He—” Did I mention who Levi worked for? Would that help in this situation? I thought better of it. “Uh. Never mind. Do you know how many people were taken in? Was it all of them?”
He shook his head, still distracted. “I don’t know. They’re your friends. My night manager said they arrived with you.”
“Uh. Yeah.”
He nodded, more to himself. He kept nodding to himself. “Right. Right. We’ll get this figured out. Don’t worry. We’re almost there.”
I stared at him, and again told myself to chill. I wanted to know everything, but he was right. Just get to the station, and we’d go from there. More than likely there wasn’t anything I could do, except be there. It would be all Spence, and he was going in to help me out. Help my friends out.
That’s all I wanted.
Except as we kept driving, we began to head away from the main traffic roads.
My stomach began to shrivel up.
This wasn’t right.
He turned down a street that led to a bunch of warehouses, and lead lined my insides.
He parked outside of one of the buildings and turned the engine off.
Yeah. Crap. This was most definitely not a police station. Why hadn’t I acted on what my gut was saying?
I turned to him, ready to say something, anything for an excuse to get away from him, and that’s when I saw the gun.
He had it pointed at me, from the other side of him. He clipped out, “Give me your phone.”
Air punched out of me. “What?”
“Give me your fucking phone!” He pounded on the steering wheel with his free hand.
He was furious.
I jumped back from the sudden anger. I wasn’t scared of violence, but this came out so abruptly. It was shocking. My throat went dry, and panic caked the inside of it. Slowly, going numb, I gave him my phone. “Thought Octavia was neutral?”
“Octavia is.” He took my phone and opened his door roughly. Grabbing my arm, he dragged me after him, dropping my phone and kicking it to destroy it. I fell out of the truck and landed on the ground, seeing my phone was smashed to pieces. I was distantly aware of the rough pavement underneath me, but I was wearing leggings, so there’d be no blood trail left behind.
I fell to the side. My wrist was exposed. I scraped it against the pavement, needing to leave behind something. Blood. Skin. Anything. It was evidence that couldn’t be erased so easily.
This wasn’t the first time I’d been taken, or the second, or even the third. As the other times, I began to automatically shift into who I needed to become in order to survive.
By this point, I didn’t care about the reason behind this kidnapping.
I was being taken. Period.
I was officially done being a pawn. If I survived this, I was going to declare my own war, and hell hath a fucking girl pissed off because this was the last time I was going to be taken like this.
I was shaking with fury, my blood boiling. Everything was rattling inside of me.
Spence barked at me, yanking me to my feet. “If you’re looking for your tail, don’t bother. I already took care of him.”
“Took care of him?”
His laugh was bitter. “He might be alive, if he’s found in the next few minutes. Let’s go. Enough stalling.” His fingers were going to bruise me. He didn’t seem to care. He dragged me toward one of the warehouses, his gun still trained on me.
“If Octavia is neutral then why did you take me?” I tried resisting, but he just continued to drag me, so I fell down. I didn’t care about how much I was cut up. Blood was really hard to clean. The more blood, the better trail I left behind.