Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
He throws his head back, his arms out to his side while blood pours from his face, screaming so loud my ears ring.
I get to my feet, turn and run out of the hallway only to come to another one. It’s got door after door. I try them all, needing a place to hide. To regroup. To wash up. Now I’m covered in his blood. It’s dripping off my chin onto the floor. He’ll be able to track me. Plus, it’s making me want to puke.
A door finally opens and it’s a set of stairs. I close it behind me and run down them, skipping the last three. Landing on my feet, I trip but manage to stay standing this time. I see a door to my right and open it. Shutting it behind me, I lock it and listen to myself sucking in breath after breath.
It’s pitch black. My hand slides along the wall by the door, looking for a light switch, but when I find it, I pause. I can see the light from the hallway underneath the door. So I keep it off, not wanting to give myself away.
“BLAKELY!” I hear him shouting my name.
I throw my hands over my mouth, trying to silence my sob while walking backward from the door in the dark.
“You fucking bitch!” he goes on. “You will beg on your knees! Your fucking knees, BITCH!”
Taking another step back, I hit something hard and thankfully my hand muffles the scream I make. It’s a wall.
Panic grips my chest, and I turn around to face it. My hands frantically reach out, hoping to find a door handle of some sort or any way of an exit. But the thought of any escape vanishes when the door to the room bursts open.
Spinning around, I watch a blood-covered Matt step inside the dark room. The light from the hallway behind him makes only his outline visible.
“I found you, you little bitch.”
I try catching my breath, but I can’t. My chest is heavy, and my side hurts from running. “I knew you liked the fight.” He steps closer into the room, reaching behind him, he pulls two pairs of handcuffs from his back pocket, and a lump gets lodged in my throat. He smiles. “We’ll see how hard you fight once these are on you.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
RYAT
“DO YOU HEAR that?” Phil asks me, holding up his hand to listen.
It’s faint, but I hear it. “BLAKELY!”
“It’s Matt,” I confirm what we already expected.
“Yeah.” And he sounds pissed. “Let’s keep moving.”
We tracked her to a place around Niagara, on the lake of Ontario. It’s about four hours away by car. Phil’s private jet got here in one. We have no clue as to why he picked this place, but my guess is that he plans on relocating her to Canada at some point.
Thanks to another Lord, we were able to get a hold of the prints and saw tunnels that ran underneath the structure. Thankfully, we were able to enter from the outside. The plans didn’t show the buildout complete.
I hold the gun in my right hand down by my thigh as we come up to a right turn. Pressing my back into the wall, I lift my finger to signal him to be quiet. Right before I go to look around the corner, he grabs my arm and whispers, “Someone’s coming.”
I pause and listen, and sure enough, I hear footsteps. And … are they humming? The sound grows louder, the steps closer. Sounds like high heels. Looking over at my father-in-law, he shrugs. Who the fuck would be here with them? Especially a woman?
They get closer and closer. I close my left eye, lifting the gun. I’m not going to shoot whoever it is, but I want them to think I am.
I hear the last step before I see the person step into view. “I will blow your head …”
The person spins around, and my arms immediately drop to my side, lowering the gun. Wide green eyes meet mine. “Valerie,” Phil whispers, looking at his wife in complete shock.
Fuck!
She takes a step back, and he steps forward. I watch her open her mouth to scream, just as he reaches out and yanks her to him, spinning her around so her back is to his front.
“Get the syringe,” he orders, turning her to face me.
I dig into the bag and pull out the drugs, removing the cover of the needle with my teeth. Mr. Anderson moves her neck to the side with his hand on her face while she screams into it. I stab her neck and administer the drugs. Her body instantly drops in his arms, and he lets her fall to the floor.
“Fuck!” he hisses, running his hands through his hair. “MOTHERFUCKER!”
“Keep it down!” I hiss. “If we can hear Matt, then he can hear us.”
He paces, his hands gripping his hair.
“We need to keep moving,” I growl. “Not like we have a lot of time. Take her back-“
“No,” he interrupts me, his eyes snapping up to mine.
“Take her back to the car,” I demand, not in the mood to fight with my father-in-law, but I will if need be. “I’ll go get Matt.”
“I need …”
A shrill scream cuts off whatever he was about to say, and I fist my hands. “We’re wasting fucking time,” I snap at him. “Take the bitch to the goddamn car and wait for us.” With that, I give him my back not even bothering to see if he complies.
BLAKELY
MATT’S GOT HIS hand fisted in my hair while he drags me up the stairs back into the main part of the house. Once he gets me through the door, he shoves me forward, and I sprawl out on the floor.
“Fuck! I never knew you could be this much fun, Blakely.” He laughs from behind me.
I get up on my hands and knees and start to crawl away, but he grabs my ankle, yanking me back. I sob, my hands gripping at anything but get nothing while my body slides against the cold tile.
We finally come to a stop, and he grips my hair again, yanking me to my feet, and leads me into the living room. I catch sight of something sitting in the high-back chair, but my hair covers most of my face, restricting my vision.
I’m shoved over the back of the couch, and he yanks my hands behind my back before cuffing them, and every little bit of hope I thought I had is gone.
I sob, and he yanks me to stand, his hand coming up around my neck from behind. “Shh, Blakely. It’s okay. It’s just a cock. You’ve taken one before.”
Closing my eyes, I bite my inner cheek to keep from giving him any satisfaction of crying.
He leans over and whispers in my ear, “I’ve watched Ryat fuck you, baby. He wasn’t gentle by any means.”
“That’s what she prefers!”
I look up to now see a familiar face sitting in the chair, and I almost cry in joy. “Tyson-“
Matt cuts off my words, slapping his hand over my mouth from behind.
“You should have seen what he did to her in the basement at Blackout.” His eyes drop to my legs.
My chest tightens. Ryat let him watch us. He promised me …
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Matt snaps at Tyson.
He holds out his hands to show they’re free of weapons before crossing his arms over his chest. “Just came to collect Blakely.”
Matt yanks me back from the couch. “How did you …?” He snorts. “He fucking put a tracker in her.”