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A moment later, he murmurs, “I have a name. Find Manual Castellanos…no, I haven’t killed them yet.”
My body goes numb for a moment, and I sway forward before catching myself from falling face-first onto the concrete floor.
Terror keeps washing over me, prickling my skin and making my mind feel hazy.
I’ve experienced intense fear before when I was told I was going to die, but it’s nothing compared to what I’m feeling right now.
Chapter 14
Skylar
A million questions bombard me, but I don’t have the guts to ask any of them.
My knees ache, and my body feels weak. I sway again, and it brings Renzo’s attention back to me.
“With you still recovering from the transplant, this must be taking a toll on your body,” he says, his tone biting.
“She’s innocent in all of this!” Dad suddenly exclaims.
Renzo’s eyes flick to the man who’s holding a gun. I assume he’s a guard, and without a word passing between them, the man walks to Dad and slams the gun into the side of his head.
“No!” I cry desperately.
“Shut up,” the guard hisses at me.
Whimpering, I scoot closer to Dad, but the guard aims the gun at me, and it has me instantly freezing.
“No, please,” Dad begs as he quickly moves between the gun and me.
Tears spill over my cheeks, and a sob explodes from my burning chest.
“Enough!” Renzo’s voice is like a whip tearing through raw skin, and I swear my bladder is a second away from failing me.
Giving Renzo a pleading look, I press my lips together to keep the sobs from escaping me.
There’s no mercy on his face as he watches me cry, and I realize we’re all going to die.
After everything I’ve been through, I’m still going to die.
Unlike before, when I had to face death, I don’t have time to process it. There’s no making peace with the inevitable.
The ringing of a phone startles the hell out of me, and Renzo answers the call. “What do you have for me?”
He listens for a while, then says, “Let me know if you find out where the fucker is.”
When he ends the call, his enraged gaze settles on Dr. Bentall. “Tell me everything you know about the group who calls themselves The Harvest.”
Dr. Bentall shifts on his knees as he hastily answers, “They operate worldwide. The few times I’ve needed an organ, I contacted Manual. That’s all I know.”
“Have you ever met him in person?” Renzo asks.
Dr. Bentall nods. “Twice.”
“Can you arrange a meeting?” another question is fired from Renzo.
“He’ll be suspicious if I ask him to meet, especially so soon after asking for a kidney.”
Renzo stares at Dr. Bentall until there’s so much tension in the room it’s suffocating.
