Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
My mind reels with everything he’s telling me. He was there the whole time, watching us on our camping trip, watching as we sat around the fire, teasing Zeph, watching as we played around in the water, laughed and splashed each other. Watching as we had the time of our lives. And suddenly, those memories don’t seem so happy. I feel more violated knowing that than when his fists were pummeling me.
How fucking messed up can one man be?
“It got you hot, huh?” I question, unease racing through my veins. “Watching Zeph fuck Chloe on the sand? Were you jerking off in the woods?”
Jordan moves like lightning, his hand slipping into his pocket before something sharp presses against the base of my throat, his eyes wild with rage. “I’ve had just about enough of your shit, Natalie,” he growls, his blade dancing across the base of my throat before trailing up over my face. “I hope you’re ready. This is going to get messy.”
27
CAESAR
After scouring the internet and plucking every last detail about Jordan’s life out of Zephyr’s head, I finally hit the road. Speeding through traffic, I turn onto a road that will take me toward an old forgotten town, a little over two hours out from the city.
It was a risk, but I’m going with my gut on this one. I know he’s got her out there somewhere.
His mother owns a small property on the outskirts of the city, so small that the neighbors would be able to hear them take a shit, so it didn’t make sense for Jordan to have taken Tilly there. I had to keep looking, which is when I found this old property that sits on ten acres of land out in the middle of nowhere.
Jordan inherited it from a long-lost uncle a few years ago, and the second I found it, I was already racing out of the house. I can’t even recall if I took a second to lock up my home. The garage door is probably still wide open, just waiting for some asshole to swoop in and steal the cherry-red Mustang right out of it, but truth be told, I couldn’t give a single shit.
All that matters is getting to Tilly.
My stomach aches with just the thought of what could be happening to her right now, and judging from the few experiences Tilly has already had with Jordan, I can only guess what he wants with her. I just hope she’s strong enough to fight him off before I can get to her.
Every minute that passes makes me sick.
Zeph didn’t call for at least fifteen to twenty minutes, giving Jordan a head start, which I’ve more than made up for on the drive, but there’s no telling exactly how long Jordan will have to play his sick games on my girl before I’m able to get there. All I can hope is that she was able to regain consciousness and give herself the chance to fight before he took her beautiful innocence from her.
It took me an hour to figure out where he likely took her, and with every passing second, the demons in me threaten to take over. Very soon, I will no longer be able to control the rage inside of me.
Somebody will lose tonight, and it won’t be me.
Zeph has called four times already, needing to know if I’ve found her, but every time I have to tell him no, it guts me even more.
I will find her. I have to. There’s no other alternative.
Finally reaching the property, I veer off the road, turning into the long dirt driveway, and I don’t bother slowing down. If this motherfucker wants to take my girl, then he should already be expecting me. He’d be a fool to think he could get away with this without me slaughtering him like the fucking animal he is.
The property is huge, and judging by the lack of upkeep, there could only be a few places Jordan would take Tilly where she’d be secure enough to hold her without the risk of her getting away or breaking through the fucking drywall.
My car screeches to a halt outside the rundown home, creating a dust storm from beneath my tires, and I don’t wait to cut the engine before I’m already out of my car and storming up the sagging porch stairs.
The rickety decking creaks under my foot, and I have no doubt that sooner or later, this porch is going to give way, probably killing somebody in the process.
Instead of stopping to knock on the door, I kick my foot through it, watching as the hinges give up their fight, sending the door flying back. I storm inside, the rage swelling inside my chest like a goddamn beast, and with every second I don’t have Tilly safe in my arms, the beast roars with hunger. Sooner or later, I’m going to let him out.