The Fall of V (The Henchmen MC Book 13) by Jessica Gadziala

Author:Jessica Gadziala [Gadziala, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-09T16:00:00+00:00

EIGHT

Ferryn

Panic was the first thing I was aware of as I gained consciousness, the sensation of loss of time, loss of perception, loss of reality.

Was it too late?

My gut dropped as my heart found a new home in my throat, cutting off air, as my brain tried to fully surface.

But as I finally did, as my mind and body found the connection they had been missing, I could feel my upper body bouncing, a solid, painful unyielding pressure on my belly.

A body.

I was over someone's shoulder.

Bouncing because we were descending stairs.

I had only been out maybe a couple long seconds.

Even as my eyes watched the door, left carelessly open, I could feel the insistent pounding in my temples, immediately making nausea swirl through my belly and throat.

I prayed - though I wasn't sure what kind of faith I even had left anymore - that it was just from the blow, that I hadn't gotten another concussion.

Uncle Pagan had been the one to warn me about them, having been in a ring maybe more than anyone else could claim.

Gotta be careful with headshots, Fer. Easy to get brain damage from concussions. Or second-impact syndrome. Drop dead from a simple tap because you already got so much fucking damage up there.

One nice thing about Uncle Pagan was he refused to dumb things down or even censor his speech.

But maybe, just this once, I would have been happy not to have the idea of possible death in my future if I whack my head against a cabinet because I had a couple head injuries during this ordeal.

My body jolted one final time, knocking a bit more of my air out, as we hit the landing, pulling me out of my useless anxiety.

If I was going to be anxious about something, it should have been what I was about to do, about how I didn't even know how I was going to do what I needed to do.

My body jumped again, less violently, as he walked over toward my spot, hauling me down, almost dropping me on my butt full-force before he thought better of it, grabbing my upper arm as I dropped.

The shackle was on my foot in a blink, and he was turning.

Turning.

Toward Chris.

My gaze went in that direction too, finding her watching me with small, confused eyes, not understanding why I hadn't come back damaged, broken, a shadow of the girl I had been when I left.

There would be time for explanations and assurances later.

Now, I had to act.

Before he took her.

Before he and his friends made her pay for my mistakes, for my connections, for my ignorance of them.

Had I known from the beginning, I don't know, maybe I could have used that to my advantage. Maybe I could have gotten Chris at least freed in exchange for compliance, for whatever that nutjob of a grandmother wanted from me.

But even if she agreed, even if Chris disappeared one day, who the heck knew if she would be free?

It was better this way, I decided, as I took the key out of its hiding place, and stabbed it into the lock.

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