Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages Book 2) by Eva Ashwood

Author:Eva Ashwood [Ashwood, Eva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-09-23T16:00:00+00:00

24

River

I have no idea how many hours have gone by since Julian and my sister left the basement, just that it’s probably still the same day Julian abducted me. Or night. Whatever. There aren’t any windows in this basement, and I drop in and out of an exhausted haze as the remainder of the drugs I was injected with work their way through my system.

Sometimes I don’t remember where I am when I come to, and then I look around and it all comes back to me in a flare of anxiety and shock and anger. Sometimes that’s enough to drag me back under and make everything go dark again.

I’m slumped in the chains, exhaustion pulling at me and making all my limbs feel heavier than they are. If it wasn’t for the chains, I’d probably already be in a heap on the cold concrete floor. I can’t get free. My body aches from trying. I can feel blood drying on my wrists and tears drying on my face from how hard I tried to get loose.

Julian will come back down at some point. I’m sure of it, although I still have no idea what he plans to do with me.

He promised Hannah he wouldn’t hurt me, but if he’s anything like his father, that vow won’t mean shit.

I spare a thought to hope he doesn’t make Hannah watch if he does decide to kill me. I don’t want that for her. Watching her die, or thinking that I did, has consumed me for the last several years of my life, and I want her to be free of that.

Thinking about Hannah gives me a little burst of energy, and I summon it up as best I can to go back to trying to get free. It’s harder now that I’m so worn out, but I don’t want to give up. I refuse to just give in without some kind of a fight.

Knox was right. I’m a fighter. It’s who I am, down to the very core of my being.

I think I might be starting to make a little progress on the shackle holding my left wrist, but before I can get too far, the basement door opens again. I look up so sharply that my head spins, and my stomach twists itself into knots as Julian comes into the room.

He has a gun in his hand, and as the door closes behind him, he trains it on me. His grip is steady, and his aim has the barrel pointed straight at my chest.

Fuck. I guess that answers the question about whether he plans to kill me.

I take a deep, shuddering breath, expecting this to be it. He’s going to fire at any second, stealing my life with a single bullet. I almost want to close my eyes, but I refuse to give him the fucking satisfaction of seeing me cower, so I stare directly at the barrel of the gun instead.

The seconds seem to stretch out forever, but he doesn’t do anything.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.