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)
“Not a good sight, is it?”
That voice had haunted her for seven years.
Wiping the back of her mouth, Charlotte turned toward the noise. She’d not even noticed it as she came in. Against the fake fireplace, Jeff was bound to a chair. He didn’t look much better than Rebecca, but he was alive.
Gash took hold of her hand, forcing her to get behind him. “Who’s here?”
Jeff laughed. “He’s long gone now. Came in as if we were old pals. I should have known the truth. He had a bottle of scotch, and was talking about another job he might have for us. The bastard hadn’t been here in seven years, and I should have known something was wrong.” Jeff gritted his teeth and tried to fight the restraints. “He fucking drugged us.” He started to shout now, and Charlotte cringed as he kept on fighting and yelling. “He made me watch what he did to her, and all the time, he was laughing. Told me that I was going to be next, but he was going to leave me to someone from my past. He kept her alive for most of it. She was screaming, begging for me to help, and I couldn’t do shit.”
Charlotte stared at the mess that was once Rebecca, and she felt sick to her stomach again. Rebecca didn’t have a nice ending but a hard one, one that was fucking disgusting.
“Who did you work for?” Gash asked, moving toward him.
Jeff smiled. “You really think that’s going to work? I’m dead either way.”
Charlotte forced herself to move and looked behind Jeff. The chair he was sitting on was wired up, and she saw a countdown. “He’s going to blow up,” she said.
Gash looked toward her, then Jeff.
“Master and Sir do have a way to make a point, don’t they?”
“Master and Sir?”
“Yep. There’s no point keeping it a secret, especially as he left you a note.” Jeff nodded toward the coffee table in the sitting room. Charlotte moved carefully across the apartment floor, and picked up the single envelope.
“It’s addressed to you,” she said, looking at Gash. She waited until Gash was beside her before she glanced over at Jeff. “The countdown on the, erm, the bomb, gave him twenty more minutes.”
“You don’t need to whisper. I know I’m a dead man. I’m just surprised you’re not beating the shit out of me, Charlotte. After all, I did take your kid, and put you in a hospital.” Jeff laughed. “You should have seen her go crazy. It took a lot of surgery to repair the damage you did to my face.”
“What the fuck did you say?” Gash asked.
Charlotte saw through Jeff’s act. He was terrified.
“She was knocked up with your kid, and taking it out of her was a damn pleasure. I was ordered to do it, which I thought was harsh, but it was fucking awesome.”
“Who ordered you to do it?”
“Master again.”
She listened to Gash and Jeff talk. All the time, she looked around the apartment, wondering what the hell was going on.
“Who is Master?” Charlotte asked.
Gash gritted his teeth.
Jeff laughed. “No one fucking knows who he is. He’s a mythical being.”
“What is going on?”
“Tell her, Gash.”
“You don’t fucking talk to her,” Gash said.
“I’m dead anyway. It doesn’t matter.”
“He wants you to kill him,” Charlotte said. “I guess getting your throat slit is much better than being blown to bits, right?”
Jeff growled, disgust clear on his face.
“Why Gash? Why him?” Charlotte asked. She looked at Jeff as he stared at her. “Why me?” This was one big vendetta against Gash, and she hadn’t seen it before that moment. She looked toward Gash. “Do you know who Master is?”
“I’ve not got a clue,” Gash said. “He’s a ghost. No one knows who he is, or what he does. He’s not known.”
“Do you know him?”
Jeff snorted. “No one knows him. Master makes sure you know what he wants you to know, and you do what he tells you to do.”
“What happened seven years ago?”
He shook his head, and Charlotte folded her arms. “Why not tell us? You’re going to die anyway.”
“Look, all I know is that there was a letter with five grand cash, a list of instructions and a promise of more. I did what was said in the instructions, more money was presented to me.”
“Where does Rebecca come in?”
“She was given the same deal. Cash for jobs, and we met up, hit it off, and we decided to share the bounty that this job would take in. The object was to take down Gash, the member of The Skulls. No reason was given, just instructions on what to do, when to do it, and that he had to remain alive.”
“What about me?”
“You weren’t part of the plan until you were discovered to be pregnant. My boss didn’t believe you’d be any real threat. You were fat, and Gash wasn’t known for liking fat women. You were not expected, so you had to be taken care of. Also, he thought it would be fun to see what happened between you and Gash when he discovered the truth.”