Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
“Woman! Get out of here, now!”
Addie glanced over to see an extremely gorgeous man step out of the fray and point behind her. What?
She didn’t understand.
“Go, now!” Coming closer, he grabbed her shoulders and turned her.
Addie wanted to protest, to ask him what the heck he was doing, but that was brave Addie.
And, unfortunately, she was imaginary.
He shoved her lightly in the back. “Be a good girl and do as you’re told. Leave.”
What the heck?
Had he really just said that?
But when she turned to see if that had really happened, he was already gone.
Yeah, she’d definitely imagined him and his sexy voice and take-charge attitude.
And the way he’d told her to be a good girl.
What an idiot she was. Men didn’t talk to her. Especially not men who looked like that. Tattooed and dangerous and sexy.
No, those sorts of men just stared straight past her. After all, she wasn’t sexy in her tartan skirt, black tights, knee-length boots, and chocolate brown cardigan.
Oh, and she had an old brown backpack on her back. Inside her backpack was a flashlight, her phone, wallet, and Snaggles.
She’d taken a few steps down the corridor before she realized that she was actually doing what he’d told her to.
Sheesh. Addie was a people pleaser, but she didn’t usually blindly obey complete strangers.
Except . . . what else was she going to do? As she spun back, it seemed like the chaos was getting worse. Then a huge man stepped out of the fray close to her. He had blood pouring out of a gash on his forehead. His face was craggy and pockmarked, his build enormous.
Fear filled her because she just knew he was about to see her. And then it all happened in slow motion.
Or that’s what it felt like to her.
His gaze caught hers, his mouth opened, and a creepy look filled his face before he lunged.
Now, Addie might not be good at much but she was a good runner. Turning on her heel, she raced down the hallway. She heard him lumbering behind her.
Then there was a loud thud and the floor shook beneath her feet. She glanced over her shoulder to find the guy on the floor with someone on top of him, pummeling away at his head.
Under normal circumstances, she probably would’ve stopped to try and help, but these weren’t normal circumstances and that asshole didn’t really deserve her help.
Turning, she ran toward the emergency exit at the end of the hall. Well, she assumed it was an exit. There was no sign on the door. But it was thick and heavy as she pushed on it and walked out into a dark alleyway.
Oh God. Every awful story that her mother had ever told her about what could happen to her out in the big, wide world filled her head. This was it, wasn’t it? This was how she was going to die.
Alone, in a dark alleyway that smelled like pee and vomit.
Stop!
You have to be brave.
She had to find her sisters. They could be somewhere in the middle of that brawl. She had to make sure they were all right.
Somewhere, deep inside, she must have some courage left.
Addie forced her feet to move as she quickly walked along the alley. Should she call the police?
Sure. And how are you going to talk to them?
Her throat felt swollen; her voice was gone.
As she walked around the corner of the building she saw a large metal gate blocking her path. Grabbing hold of the handle, she attempted to open it, but it wouldn’t budge.
Shoot.
Turning, she headed back through the alleyway and along the back of the next building. She crept along slowly and quietly.
As well as being a fast runner, she also excelled at being very, very quiet. As she got closer to the corner of the building, she heard a strange noise. Peering around, she could see a number of vehicles parked in the lot next to the building. She headed down the side of the building, stopping as she saw something in the corner of her eye.
Addie quickly crouched behind a truck.
Glancing around the corner of the vehicle she saw a man step out of the shadows. He was carrying something over his shoulder.
Something that looked very much like a body.
Oh my God.
That couldn’t be right. Was she hallucinating? She closed her eyes and opened them.
Nope. Still there.
What should she do? She should move, right? But what if he saw her?
Well, she didn’t want to stay here, staring at someone carrying around a dead body. Standing slowly, she took two steps to her right. The person paused and she froze. Her heart raced.
Oh God.
Did he see her? Hear her? But she hadn’t made a noise.
Then he moved again, heading toward a car with an open trunk which they heaved the body into.