AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Then I have no reason to keep you alive.” The threatening words shudder through me, and my tears dry up as ruthless fear grips me in a chokehold.
Renzo nods his head, and when the guard closes in on Dr. Bentall, the doctor starts to ramble,” No! Wait. I’ll contact him. I’ll find a way to set up a meeting.”
Renzo doesn’t stop the guard as he repeatedly starts to slam the butt of his gun into Dr. Bentall’s face. The violence and horror have me falling to my side, and I try to scramble away from it.
Droplets of blood spray over my legs, and I feel faint.
Only when Dr. Bentall slips in and out of consciousness, and the left side of his face is bloody and swollen, does Renzo say, “Enough.”
Instantly, the guard steps back and resumes his standing position near the wall.
Holy shit.
We’re going to die.
We’re really going to die.
I’m reeling in horror when Renzo stands up and orders, “Bring the woman.”
Turning around, he stalks away while the guard comes to grab my arm, and I’m hauled to my feet.
“No! Please,” Dad shouts as he struggles to his feet. “She’s innocent. Take me.”
I meet Dad’s frantic eyes for a moment, then the guard shoves him hard, making him fall on the floor.
I’m dragged out of the room, and another man shuts the door and locks it.
“No! Please,” I hear Dad shout.
His pleas die away when I’m shoved into a different room. Instantly, my eyes land on the table where various tools and knives are spread out.
Renzo shrugs off his jacket, revealing a vest that fits his muscled chest and trimmed waist like a glove.
Oh, God.
No.
NoNoNo!
I rear back, wanting to get out of the room. I struggle with all my might, but the guard shoves me to the floor.
I hear the door slam shut, and when I look at it, I see the guard standing in front of it with his gun still in his right hand.
My head swivels to where Renzo’s picking a knife from the selection, and I start to stammer, “P-Please. D-Don’t k-kill m-m-me.”
When he walks closer to me, I swear I feel my brain trembling in my skull as the cold, hard fact that I’m about to die hits me.
I try to scramble to my feet, but when Renzo’s fingers clamp around my arm and I’m hauled up, I can only make a squeaking sound.
Bracing for the sharp pain of being stabbed to death, I’m surprised out of my everloving mind when the cable ties are cut, and my wrists are freed before he lets go of me.
Spinning around, my hair flies through the air. I tilt my chin head back and stare up at the man who’s put the fear of God in me.
The only expression in his eyes is rage.
Slowly, he tilts his head, and his gaze narrows on me, making a hard tremble wrack through my body.
Somehow, I manage to find my voice and ask, “Who are you? Why are you doing this?”
