Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
There was no escape, and Morwenna grabbed the lamp and threw it against the window, shocked that it smashed on impact. She let out a laugh, as they had a limited window of escape. Glancing down on the floor, she reached for Bolt, hauled him up, and she screamed because gunshot rang out. She tried to shove Bolt toward the window. He was too heavy to move.
Morwenna cried out, because this wasn’t fair. She had to get him to safety, and there was no way she would ever face Storm and Maverick again with the knowledge she might have killed their son.
It was no use. The door was snapped in half. The door flung open, and Morwenna grabbed a paperweight that was on the dresser, and the moment she spun around, she attacked, slamming the weight into the guy’s nose, and blood spurted from the wound.
Morwenna went to hit him again, but she was punched in the face. She fell to the ground with a grunt, and she tried to dodge the kick, but she wasn’t successful. She heard Bolt grunt at the same time, and she was pulled from the floor by her hair. Her cell phone was still in her pocket.
They were dragged from the apartment. She didn’t know if this was a good or bad thing. Fear raced down her spine as they were taken out of the apartment, and she had to keep up as they didn’t go via the elevator, but took the stairs.
Someone entered the apartment building and took one look at her. She didn’t know who it was, but they got shot between the brows, and his body fell into the bushes. Morwenna tried not to scream. She was shoved against a van and thrown inside. The same thing happened to Bolt and she gritted her teeth, as one of the men smiled at her.
“You know, it’s about to get very interesting, but it might save your life, if one of you were to die right now.” He held out a knife and tossed that into the van, along with one of the men who had a gun. He took a seat, the van was sealed up, and there was a single overhead light.
“This shit is getting worse, isn’t it?” Bolt asked.
“You’ve got to be quiet. Retain your strength.” Morwenna looked toward the guard, who only stared at them. There was no emotion. Nothing that gave anything away.
“You should kill me, Wen, kill me and give yourself more time.”
“Do you really think it is going to happen at the next stop?” Morwenna asked. She tried not to panic, but she was close to it. Her father had taught her and Bolt a lot.
It wasn’t long before the van was moving. She felt sick.
Bolt groaned and moved himself into a seated position. “This is not something we’ve been trained to do.”
He was sweating and she put the back of her hand against his.
Bolt reached out with a groan and picked up the blade. “Here, it’s the least I could do.” Morwenna was going to swat it far away from him, but there was something in Bolt’s eyes that made her pause.
She and Bolt had been together through thick and thin. They’d grown up together, and there was no denying he was trying to tell her something. Grabbing the knife, she held it within her grip.
“After all, I’m not going to give you that divorce.”
She held onto the blade tightly.
“You know, her pussy was tight but it wasn’t as tight as yours,” Bolt said. “No one would blame you for trying to kill me. They’d probably be happy to see an end to this. I cheated on you. You hate me. You can’t even stand to be in the same room as me. I fucked a woman who wasn’t you, but a club whore, who had been with all the other guys. She wasn’t clean, and you got an infection because of me. My death would be easy.”
Morwenna growled, shoving him away, then took a seat closest to the guard in the van. Bolt’s gaze was on her, and she knew he had done this on purpose. The guard, regardless of whether he showed it, was paying attention to them. He was listening to them argue and saw it as her being angry at Bolt, but also in love with him, so she wouldn’t use the knife.
Morwenna had never killed anyone. This was a matter of life and death. Her and Bolt’s lives. This man helped kill people. He might be direct or indirectly responsible for killing her father’s family.
“You don’t have it in you, do you?” Bolt asked. “That’s why I strayed. You don’t have the fire. The guts. You’re nothing like Star. At least she knew how to ride my dick and make me scream.”