Page 85 of Law Of Love

It was going to take a little while for the semi-blunt metal to tear through the rope, but if I could release myself when everyone least expected it, there was a chance I could shoot them down and make a run for it before calling the police to come and save my father.

Imagining it was easier than actually doing it, though.

“Kaleb and Brent won’t go unscathed,” Will continued, sending me a pointed look. “For years, they deceived me, and I don’t take that lightly. They and everyone they care about will be disposed of.”

Rage bubbled up inside of me. I was angry at Kaleb, but the thought of anyone touching him made me want to throw fists.

“Stop moving,” barked the bald butler as he noticed my slight wiggling, and he gripped onto my chin tightly and dragged my face to his, his bloodshot eyes blazing. “Your father didn’t just lose that money for Will. We were all due a cut, so this is personal.” He then clipped me across the face, and I landed on my side with a thud.

Will strode over to my father as he swore at his ex-colleague, grabbing him by his sodden shirt and getting in his face, silencing him with the cloth.

The metallic taste of blood exploded on my tongue, and I blinked, pushing myself back up so I could continue trying to cut my rope.

Note to self: Not when Baldy’s looking.

Will spent the next hour nattering on about how much my father had fucked up—as well as answering a few phone calls and leaving the room to rejoin the party for a few minutes at a time so nobody grew suspicious.

My father and I were watched like hawks, and the butlers seemed to enjoy getting a few extra hits in while Will wasn’t looking, blood dribbling down both of our chins and forming small puddles on the wooden floorboards.

“Dad,” I whispered when one butler left to go upstairs and the other was occupied on the phone. “You called me. Whose phone did you use?”

My father nodded towards the butler, and I sighed in defeat. I’d been hoping he had a secret phone stashed away somewhere, but it appeared he'd got his hands on someone else’s before they ended the call and beat him for doing so.

I used this time to continue moving my wrists back and forth against the metal. Not only was it scraping against my restraint, but it was also scratching at my wrists, and I could feel my skin being rubbed raw and warm blood trickling down my fingertips.

My head snapped towards the staircase once I heard the floorboards creak, and my heart skipped a beat. Will was back to finish the job. There was no way out of this.

But my mouth popped open at the sight of Ty gazing at me with frantic eyes.

“Freya? What the hell?” He made a move towards me, but the lone butler had ended his call and had his hand on Ty’s chest, forcing him back.

“What are you doing down here, boy?”

Ty scoffed, shoving him off. “Get the fuck off me. What are you doing?”

“Ty,” I said breathlessly. “They’ll kill you. Quick, get help, please!”

He fumbled around in his pocket, pulling out his phone, but he released a grunt when it was snatched from his hands from behind. Will appeared at the base of the stairs with a menacing scowl.

“Who let him down here?” he rumbled, his furious tone bouncing off the walls. “This is now a thousand times more difficult.” He clutched onto his nephew’s neck, and another butler made his way down the stairs in a panic and pulled some ropes from his pocket, tying Ty up and throwing him against the wall opposite us. He cursed in pain, yelling at his uncle until they wrapped a cloth around his mouth, ceasing his howling.

“We need to get on with it,” Baldy growled impatiently, tapping his foot, causing Will to snarl.

“Don’t rush me. I need to figure out what I’m going to do with him now.” Will tilted his head towards his nephew.

Ty kicked his legs out frantically, but he was ignored, and I continued to grind my wrists against the metal pipe, glaring at Will as he sauntered over to me. He crouched down and snapped his fingers at my father to get his attention.

“Go to hell,” I spat at him, and he chuckled, shaking his head.

“I do love your fire, Freya,” Will complimented me before the butlers gripped my father’s head, forcing him to look in my direction. “You’re just collateral damage, though. It’s nothing personal.”

I forced down a sob as he pressed his gun to my chest, and my wide eyes honed in on a terrified-looking Ty behind him, yanking against his restraints.

This was it.

I was seconds away from death.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hearing nothing but my rapidly beating heart and the rush of blood in my ears.

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