Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Last night, she had fallen asleep in his arms, happy and safe. Throughout the night, he woke her up to make love, and fuck her. He alternated between taking her hard and slow. She loved every second of it. His cock was so big, and he knew what to do with it. After seven years of not being with anyone, Gash had awakened her once again.
“You think someone else is behind what happened back then?” Charlotte asked.
“Seeing this shit, I’m convinced of it.” He pulled into the underground parking, typing in the code that she imagined Whizz had given to him.
They pulled up, and Charlotte took a deep breath.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, everything is just—yeah, I’m okay. It just seems pretty surreal is all.”
You’re about to go and kill a man and a woman.
A woman you agreed to kill.
You’re going to watch him take another man’s life.
She thought about Jeff and Rebecca, her memories going back to that moment in the hospital when she realized what had been taken from her. The pain was still there, but she could finally breathe.
Gash took hold of her hand. “Do you want me to back away?”
“You’d do that for me?” she asked, turning toward him. During her doubts, Gash had parked the car, and turned off the ignition.
“Don’t you realize yet?”
“Realize what?”
“I’ll do anything for you. Even walk away today.”
She stared into his eyes, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that he meant the words he said. “I love you,” she said.
“That’s all I need now, baby. I don’t need anything else but those words, and you.”
But in the back of his mind, she knew he’d always wonder what would have happened today.
What if Jeff does the same to another woman that he did to you?
The very thought made her cold from the inside. She didn’t want anyone to suffer the way that she had suffered.
Leaning in close, she took possession of his lips. “We’re going to do this, and once it’s done, no more thinking about the past, just the future, right?”
“Right.”
“Let’s go.”
They both climbed out of the car, and she took a breath as she gazed around the parking lot. Top of the range cars filled a couple of spaces, but for the most part, it was vacant.
Gash popped the trunk of the car and pulled out a bag.
“Do you want me to hold anything?” she asked.
“No, I’ve got it all.”
“Are you sure?”
She was so damn nervous.
Gash took hold of her hand. “We’re good.”
With their hands locked together, they walked toward the elevator. Her heart was pounding as they started to travel toward the top floor.
We can do this.
She closed her eyes, and once again she was transported back to that hospital room, and staring at Jeff’s smug face. He thought he could get away with everything. Murder wouldn’t touch him, no one would touch him. She fucking hated that bastard, and Rebecca.
Her life had turned to fucking shit.
Gripping his hand a little tighter, she was more determined than ever before.
The elevator doors opened, and she walked beside Gash, her steps sure.
They got to the room number, and they both paused as nailed to the door was a single white envelope with the names Gash and Charlotte, in fancy writing.
With Gash’s arms full, Charlotte grabbed the envelope opening it. Inside was a folded piece of paper and a key.
Taking out the paper, she unfolded it.
“Come in. That’s all it says.” She took out the key and held it up to Gash. “This doesn’t feel right.”
“I know. Get behind me.” Gash removed his bag, opened it up, and she saw several guns, and something rolled up, which looked like some medical tools. She wasn’t even going to think about that.
He checked the gun for bullets, and she guessed he got it ready for firing. She wasn’t any kind of expert on guns.
“Grab the bag, and stay behind me.” He took the key, sliding it into the lock.
Her stomach twisted as the door opened. Gash entered the room, and hauling the bag on her shoulder, she followed him.
Once there was enough room, she closed the door, using her foot to kick it shut.
Following behind Gash, she made sure there were several steps between them.
“Holy shit,” Gash said, stopping.
“What is it?” she asked, moving to look past his shoulder.
Charlotte wished she hadn’t. On the dining room table lay a woman. She had been nailed with her arms either side of her hand. The woman’s legs were spread, and she was naked. Her feet also had nails, keeping her attached to the table.
She knew without a doubt that it was Rebecca. The single birthmark on the ankle was one sign, as was the original passport that had been stabbed into her forehead. It was a brutal, violent, and bloody kill.
Unable to help it, Charlotte dropped the bag, and threw up the breakfast that she had eaten that morning.