Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“I want you to leave, Ryken. I don’t want you here when she wakes up. I want to speak to my daughter without your influence.” If only he knew it was Livia that has the influence. She’s the one that pulls the strings, she’s the puppet master, and I’m just the puppet that doesn’t always obey.
“I want to see her.”
His lip turns up in a snarl at my words. “You will when she says you can. Leave, now, please. I can’t have you here with my wife, while we wait for our daughter to wake up.” I don’t argue with him. I stand, and Quinn stands. He doesn’t look back to us as he sits down holding his wife’s hand. Walking out the front of the hospital, Quinn pulls up his phone.
“He’s still at the Arena, you got a plan?”
I don’t answer because I’m still trying to convince myself to not walk in and rip his head from his body as he shows me the tracker. “I put it on him last night. When I shook his hand.” I smile at how smart he is, and clever. Who would have thought to do that, but Quinn? I need to thank him. Give him more than my father never could.
I would be dead if it weren’t for him.
So would Barbie.
“You haven’t found her?”
His eyes fall to the ground before looking back to me. “Nothing. I even hacked into the security cameras. Can’t find her, but I’ll keep looking, Boss.”
“Call the men.”
He nods, placing the cell to his ear as our car pulls up.
We’re about to make some noise.
We’re about to blow some fuckers up.
And they won’t see it coming.
Because unlike them, we won’t go in there with just a few. We’ll come in with a whole army and a huge bang.
Chapter Thirteen
Saskia
It feels like all I do is run. Running the last few days is all I’ve tried to do, but fail each time. Shoes in hand and only his shirt on, I feel well underdressed. The man at the door of the hotel looks at me then quickly averts his eyes.
“Whore.” Spinning around, I see Amy standing there.
What the fuck is she doing here?
She smiles a sinister smile at me, looking behind me then back to me. “You didn’t think I’d let you go that easily, did you?”
My eyes search around, for anyone. The doorman isn’t at the door anymore, and all that’s there is a black car. With Amy standing outside of it staring me down. Her leg is wrapped in a bandage, and she’s careful to not to put weight on it as she stands.
“What do you want?”
Amy shakes her head at my words. “Well, for one, you’re never something I wanted. But now you’re gone, I miss having someone to play with.”
With a quick shake of my head, I take a step back. “You have issues, you know that, right?”
She shrugs at me. “We all do. I just embrace my crazy. You’re the same, Saskia. I see it in your eyes. You just prefer to hide and think you’re good.”
I shake my head at her. “You don’t know me.”
Amy tsks at my words. “Oh, but I do. You have severe depression, don’t you? And the only way you know how to control it is to take pills. You don’t need pills. Listen to the voices and do it.”
“There’s no voices, Amy. What are you talking about? Maybe for you there are, but not for me.”
“Is that why you tried to kill yourself?”
I look down at the scar on my wrist. “My world was changing, I tried to stop it.”
Once again, she tsks at me and steps forward. Her steps are slow, measured, but also because she’s virtually crippled from the stab wound Ryken so kindly gave her.
“You don’t have your pills. Don’t you want them?” Amy waves them at me. She thinks I need them to survive, but I don’t. I hope. But the two ailments are completely different. I know this much.
“I don’t need them to survive.” I look around to see two men step out of her car, and she crosses her arms over her chest.
“You see, though, I need you. I’ve come to miss you in the last twenty-four hours. Haven’t you missed me?”
I just about burst out laughing. “Not one single fucking bit.”
“Pity.” She clicks her fingers as the two guys start toward me. One reaches me before I can turn and run, so I kick him hard between his legs making him drop. The other takes that opportunity to grab me, locking my hands to my sides and picking me up like I’m a rag doll. I drop my head and bite his hand as hard as I can.
That’s when I hear it, gunshots. My body locks up, and my eyes go wide, as I try to look back to see where the noise came from. It was muffled, but it was definitely a gun.