No Way Out: (Royal Bastards MC: Atlantic City Chapter) (RBMC Book 1) by Kris Anne Dean

Author:Kris Anne Dean [Dean, Kris Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-08-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Emery

Surge’s voice comes through in waves. It’s muffled like I’m underwater and he’s calling down to me from up above. I blink trying to focus on his voice, but I can’t find him. It’s dark in here and a feeling of coldness washes over me. Everything is dark. I shudder at the memory dragging me under. I’m back in that dark damp dungeon, alone and scared. I’ve tried to fight with everything I have but this time there’s no escaping.

A raging pain claws at the back of my head. I lift my hand gently accessing the cause. I shudder when my fingers reach the tender spot. My hair is damp. I draw my hand away looking at my fingers, but it’s pitch black, and I can’t see a thing. I touch the tips of my fingers together, they're sticky. Lifting them to my face, I smell the familiar copper scent of blood and then I remember being struck on the back of the head with something hard.

It was stupid of me to run. He warned me. I should have listened but that meant accepting whatever it was he had in store for me without a fight. I’m not that girl. I won’t go quietly. I extend my hands downward feeling around me. I’m sitting on cold concrete, and it feels like the wall I’m leaning against is the same. The hairs on my arm stand on end when something brushes over it. I smack at it with my other arm even though I can’t see whatever is crawling on me. Reaching out in front of me, I shift to my knees. I want to stand but I don’t know if I’m in a room or what. There’s empty space in front of me so I crawl forward and turn myself around, keeping my hands firmly on the concrete until I find the wall. Working my hands up, I follow it, swiping at the webs under my fingers. When I’m sure there’s enough clearance, I stand. Reaching out in front of me, I mime my way around feeling the wall as I go. I move myself slowly to the left letting my hands be my eyes. Every inch feels the same, cold hard concrete. My head is spinning, and nausea clenches my stomach. I double over and force myself back up, repeating the processes over and over until I’m back to where I started, collapsing in a ball of pain and desperation. I’ve really gotten myself into it this time. There’s no way out.

“Emery.” Firm hands tighten around my arms and my body shakes.

“Shit, Emery, come back to me. I’m right here. I’ve got you.” My mind fights to find his voice. He’s here. I’m not alone. I don’t just hear him calling out to me, I feel him.

“Look at me, Buttercup. I need you to talk to me.” The darkness begins to fade and that's when I see him. Worry etched into his face. His sexy fucking beautiful face is staring down at me, and my pounding heartbeat breaks its assault on my chest.

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