Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Fragmented into pieces, just like my heart.
I grab Harrison’s hands. “Mr. Rose is one of Rouge’s closest confidantes. Besides her Kings, he’s the one she trusts the most.”
“But babe, I told you—”
“You don’t understand. When I say he’s a confidante, I mean… I think he’s part of the organ harvesting process. I think he might have been the person who cut off May’s head!”
Harrison drops his jaw. “No. It can’t be.”
“Jack told me years ago he saw Mr. Rose doing it to another person. But he was high off his mind on shrooms at the time, so I dismissed it. That’s why we had that big falling out. But now, knowing what we know now, I don’t think it was a bad trip.”
He rubs at the back of his neck. “Fuck.”
“You’re telling me. We have to get the hell out of this hotel. Right now.” I get off the bed and pad into the living room of the executive suite. I make a beeline for the door and turn the handle.
And my heart sinks.
Because it’s locked from the outside.
20
HARRISON
“Please tell me you’re joking,” I say.
She shakes her head, her lips trembling. “No. It’s locked. We’re trapped in here, Harrison."
I charge ahead, grip the doorknob with all my strength, and pull.
It won’t budge.
I yank on the door, kick at it, pound at it until my knuckles are bleeding.
Fuck!
Rose upgraded our suite not to ensure my silence, but to lock us away. Probably until he can get in contact with Rouge and have one of her Kings come up and take care of us. And then, best case scenario, we’ll end up imprisoned like Maddox and Alissa. Worst case, we’ll be ripped open with our organs sold on the black market.
I reach into my pocket for my phone. Shit! I took it out of my pocket earlier and the bellhop must have scooped it up when he grabbed our bags. I run to the bedroom to see if he left our suitcases in there, but I already know they’re not here.
We have no way of getting out of this room. And none of our personal effects—no phones, wallets, keys…
I sit down on the velvet couch in the living area, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I think I royally fucked things up, Bianca.”
She sits beside me. “There’s no way you could have known this was a trap. You didn’t know what Mr. Rose was capable of.”
I shake my head. “I knew he was a fucking asshole. I should have known he couldn’t be trusted. I thought I had him cornered, but I was just playing right into his damned hand.”
She pats my hand. “He can’t keep us in here forever.”
“No. Just long enough for him to walk over to Aces, collect Rouge, and tell her he has her star singer and a man who’s been disguising himself as one of her employees on his security footage.”
“Rouge doesn’t know that we know about the organs.”
“It doesn’t matter.” I slide my fingers through my hair. “She’ll be able to easily figure out it was me disguised as the Ace on Tuesday night. And she’ll know you’re involved. It won’t be that hard for her to deduce what we discovered from there.”
She pops to her feet. “Then we’d better think fast.”
“It won’t make any difference. He’s probably on the phone with Rouge right now.”
Bianca’s eyes gleam. “One other thing about my sister. She doesn’t have a cell phone.”
My eyebrow shoot up. “She doesn’t?”
“She has a secure landline at her home, and she uses a walkie-talkie when she’s on the Aces grounds. But she likes to keep people at a distance, and not having a cell phone is how she accomplishes that.”
I jump off the couch. “Then…shit. We might be able to beat him to the punch.”
She paces around the room. “The fastest Mr. Rose could get the information to her would be if he drove to her home. And that’s if he knows where she lives. Rouge is notoriously tightlipped about her private life. Even I don’t know her address.”
“So depending on where she lives, we probably have a half hour or so.”
“And that’s if he knows. Otherwise, he won’t be able to get in contact with her until tonight, when Aces opens.”
“Okay.” I scan the suite. God, it’s the nicest prison I’ve ever seen. The front door isn’t an option, but there is a sliding glass door that leads to a sizeable balcony.
We’re on the twelfth floor, though. Even if we made a rope out of bedsheets and somehow didn’t slip to our deaths, it wouldn’t be long enough to make it to the ground.
But maybe…
Maybe we don’t have to get to the ground.
Just to the balcony of a room that isn’t locked.
I grip the handle of the sliding glass door, but it’s sealed shut.