Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Over and over, day in, day out.
Entering her apartment, she closed her door, leaned back against it, and blew out a breath.
“In and out. In and out. Nothing is going to hurt you.”
She opened her eyes, and flicked the light on to her apartment. It was dark outside, but her bulb must have died because her apartment was completely pitch black.
“Just my luck.” She dropped her bag and made her way toward the kitchen.
Charlotte was grabbed from behind and slammed up against the wall. She squealed, and someone gripped her neck. The pain was instant, and Charlotte tried to stop whoever was attacking her.
“It has been a long time no see, Charlotte.”
She recognized that voice. That same voice filled her nightmares, and terrified her. This was the voice she’d been trying to forget for so long. This was same voice that had sent her crazy.
“Get off me,” she said, fighting for her life.
He wrapped his fingers around the front of her neck, and squeezed, cutting off her air. She clawed at his hands trying her hardest to fight him, to breathe.
Gash spun her around, and pressed her against the wall. He was close enough for her to see him in the dark. In the last few years he’d aged, and his features had hardened. This wasn’t the same man she remembered.
“Where the fuck is she?” he asked, snarling each word at her.
“Who?”
He held her around the neck tightly but gave her enough air to breathe. “That fucking bitch, Rebecca. Where the fuck is she?”
“I don’t know.”
Gash pulled her from the wall and slammed her against it.
Charlotte screamed, and he cut her air off.
“I will kill you. Now tell me where she is.”
“I don’t know. I’ve not seen her in years. I don’t know where she is, or what the fuck has happened.” She kept hold of his hands.
It was strange to her to remember in that moment the way he’d touched and stroked her.
“Why didn’t you come and tell the truth?” he asked.
“I couldn’t.”
“They locked me the fuck up, nearly threw away the bastard key, and the one woman who could have helped me, was you.”
“I didn’t know what happened until it was too late.” Then her testimony wouldn’t have been worth shit. Who was going to trust a crazy person?
Gash squeezed once again, and for the first time in over five years, Charlotte didn’t want to die. A spark had ignited from his touch.
Suddenly, he dropped her to the floor, crouching down beside her. “You’re going to help me,” he said.
“I don’t know where she is.”
“You’re going to help me find Rebecca, and when I do, I’m going to kill her.”
“If I don’t?”
“Then I’m going to kill you, and everything you love.”
Charlotte laughed. Everything she ever loved had been taken from her. “I’ll help you find her, and when we find her, you’ve got to do me a favor,” she said.
“You think I’m going to help you?”
A quick plan formed in her mind, and she smiled. “I’ll hurt Rebecca, but I want you to take out the guy who made sure you were sent down.” The only thing Charlotte had been fighting for was the chance to end the bastard who ruined her life. Gash didn’t know what happened, but they had both been screwed over.
They could get their revenge together.
“Jeff Wright. You want me to take him out?”
“Do we have a deal?”
Charlotte had lost her life, her soul, and she was already in hell. It was time to take the bastards who’d taken from her, with her. She only hoped by the end of it, Gash wouldn’t hate her.
She loved him, always had. They shared one night together, but he couldn’t remember her, or the child they’d made together.
One day she’d tell him the truth, just not today.
The End