Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“You know, those people you said were coming for you, where are they?” he asked, and wrapped his arms around his body, giving a little shudder. “I’m shaking in my boots.” He threw his head back and laughed.
No one was coming for me. He knew it. I knew it. My fate was death.
“Don’t you want to bargain with me? Tell me someone is coming for you? How I should be afraid?”
I looked at him, and then I went to open my mouth, but what was the point? He was right. No one was getting out of here. Emily was gone. Probably dead. I was on that list. My fake father had put me on that list, and it was time to stop fighting.
But just then, the whole room shook as a booming explosion could be heard. Bits of concrete and dirt seemed to fall in, and the ricochet of an explosion from close by.
Then, just vaguely, I heard it. The unmistakable sound of a knife that was quickly replaced with the booming sound of a gun. I didn’t know which it was, and I didn’t have to wait long to wonder exactly who it was, as The Butcher walked right through the gap of what used to be a door. She’d thrown a bomb at the door, which is why the room had shaken.
The two men with my captor charged forward. She threw a knife clean through the air at the first man, and it imbedded in the man’s skull. She fired her gun at the next one, taking him out.
“Well, well, well, The Butcher,” he said.
“Eric The Tool.”
She looked so damn bored. I didn’t know how she wasn’t afraid, because the truth was, I was terrified.
“If I had known all it would take was a special kind of woman to get your ass in here, I’d have kidnapped her a long time ago,” Eric said.
“Yeah? Well, that woman is the reason you’re about to die.”
He threw his head back as if it was the funniest joke he’d ever heard. When he realized she wasn’t laughing, he stopped.
“You’re going to die today, Butcher,” he said.
“You’re not the first person to tell me that. You know, I’ve never lied once, and today, you’re going to take your last breath.” She stared at him. “Am I lying?”
There was silence, and then Eric threw a knife, and I watched in shock as The Butcher dodged it. This woman was a machine. There was no fear.
The Butcher pulled out another knife, and I didn’t quite know how many she was hiding on her person, but she tossed it through the air, and this one hit Eric in the thigh. He let out a grunt, but The Butcher didn’t sit around to see what happened next. She attacked him, throwing her body at him, not seeming to care if he caught her or not. She landed blow after blow, and at one point, she even head-butted him. The anger and rage were unlike anything I’d ever seen. She unleashed all kinds of hell on him, and didn’t once stop. She just kept going, refusing to back down.
I don’t know what happened or how she ended up on her back with Eric’s hands around her neck, but then she reached out and she somehow had a knife in her hand, which she then plunged into his neck. The Butcher wasn’t done, as she pulled it out and then slammed it back into his neck. Over and over, she did this, and then tossed him off her as if he weighed nothing.
She got to her feet and rushed to my cage. “Step back.”
I did as I was instructed, and she fired her gun at the lock. Next, she looked toward the cage of the three remaining. All of them were in a bad way.
We heard the sounds of male yells, and even though Eric was dead, lying in a pool of his own blood, it wasn’t over.
“Kill us,” they said. All of them, in unison.
“Just go, and kill us.”
The Butcher hesitated. I don’t know why she hesitated, but then she had her fun, and one by one, she shot each of them. None of them flinched. They had closed their eyes, and I held it together, just barely. They had given up hope, and they knew we were not going to make it.
“Come on,” The Butcher said, and then we ran.
Chapter Nineteen
Victor
I don’t know how The Butcher had found Freya, but she had. Running into that dark exit, at the unknown, I didn’t know what I would find.
Ivan was behind me, as was The Beast, but neither of them could stop me. I heard the grunts, and something soft and feminine, and I charged toward the sound. That was where I found Freya. Hands wrapped around her neck, she pressed her fingers against the man’s eyes as she tried to fight back, and the man screamed.