Page 127 of Ruthless Savage

Please go.

“Tell him we know where he’s been hiding and we’re coming.”

Something burns through my arm, and I realize I’ve been slashed. I whimper, my whole body quivering.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a cut. It won’t kill you, but it sure as hell will kill him.”

He digs the knife in deeper, and I wince, unable to stop my quiet sobs.

“Now, you’ll wait five minutes for me to leave before you go and get him. Nod if you understand.”

I nod, nausea churning, my head spinning.

“Good.”

He backs up, and my shaky fingers feel for the cut, right below my shoulder. Crimson crawls down my hand, my blood everywhere.

Walking out, he leaves me there, unable to move or breathe, or do anything.

I don’t know how long I remain there, staying in the same spot as though frozen. But after some time, the main door to the restroom makes a creaking sound, or so I think, and voices of women flow through.

“Excuse me?” one calls, snapping me from my trance, a soft knock on the door to my stall. “Are you okay? You’re…uh…bleeding?”

She knocks again, and the door falls open. One look at me, and she screams for help.

“Oh my God! She’s bleeding. Someone call an ambulance.”

“Eriu?”

Footsteps. Heavy footsteps. Then he’s there in front of me, rage and terror filling every line on his face.

“Feck! Who did this to you?” He ties something around my arm and scoops me against his chest as the women holler at him.

“Hey! Where are you taking her?”

“To safety.”

Moments later, I feel the cool breeze against my skin.

“My God, I’m sorry.” Emotions swim in his tone.

But I still don’t look at him. All I see is that man in the mask.

He cups my face. “Baby, please, tell me if you saw who did it.”

“I—” The words are caught in my throat.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now. I won’t ever let you go again.”

He makes a call on his phone, but I’m barely paying attention.

“Tell him…” I whisper. “Tell him we know where he’s been hiding and we’re coming.”

“What?”

“That’s…that’s what he said. He called you Scott.”

“Feckin’ hell!” A rumbling threat swims out of him. “I’m so damn sorry. It’s all my fault.”

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