Page 107 of Ruthless God

This is a trafficking business, I realize. They never stopped trafficking women after the policemen busted them.

Revi whispers in Drake’s ear, and when Drake turns his back to him, Revi pulls out his gun and shoots him in the back of the head. He falls to the ground, then Revi turns to face me, and I sob uncontrollably.

With that, he steps over the body, leaving it in the room with me, and shuts the door, locking it.

Snow

We pull up to the mansion, and I see my father’s Porsche next to Carter’s car in the driveway.

Clemon comes to a stop and before he kills the engine, I jump out of the car, remove one of the guns from my hostler, and head straight to the front door. I turn the knob and it’s locked, so I glance around and see a busted window and crawl through it, trying not to cut myself on the shards of glass.

Glancing around, a trail of blood leads me to a hallway, then there isn’t any sign of life. The mansion looks abandoned.

First things first, I need to find Lyrical and get her out of here. Then I’ll handle my father. I’m going to put a bullet through his head. Damn the consequences of what’s going to happen to me. I’ll rot in jail before I’ll allow him to do whatever the hell he wants to do with Lyrical. It’ll destroy my mother, but I don’t fucking care. My father and Carter need to die a slow death.

I hear someone walking behind me and I turn around, aiming my gun at Keanu, so I slowly lower it.

“Clemon and Jameson are checking upstairs. They will let us know if they find anyone.”

“Let’s search this floor, then we will search the basement. Kill anyone on sight.”

He holds up his gun. “I love a good bloodbath.”

We reach a hallway, where there are multiple doors on each side. I tell Keanu to check the ones on the left, while I take the ones on the right. I turn the knob on four doors, and the ones that are locked, I kick them down. All of them are empty bedrooms. When I turn the knob on the last door, it doesn’t budge, so I slam my shoulder into the wood, trying to push whatever is blocking my way. Once I’m able to barge inside of the room, I step over a dead body. Lyrical tries to swing the lamp at me, but I block her.

“Blue, it’s me. It’s Snow.”

Recognition shines in her blue eyes and she throws her arms around my neck, squeezing hard and sobbing like a newborn baby.

“I thought you were your father.”

She falls to the floor, and I take in her bloody shirt as she passes out.

“Wake up, baby.” I shake her but she doesn’t budge. “Please, open up your eyes, Blue. Wake up. Stay with me! Don’t you die on me. Please! I love you.”

Fuck! I can’t live without her. There isn’t a world without my beautiful wife.

Terror burns in my chest and my hands shake like leaves as I scoop her up in my arms, head toward the door, then I make it to Clemon’s car. Once I strap her inside, I get in and drive off. Thankfully, the ignition is push to start.

What if she doesn’t make it?

I drive in full speed, bobbing and weaving through the highway. I slide my fingers through her cold fingers, kissing her palms.

My heart thumps in my chest, and I feel as if I’m having a heart attack.

“I’m sorry, Lyrical. For everything. I’m going to make it right. You’re going to live. You’re going to make it. I promise.”

Once I pull up to the parking garage of the hospital, I scoop her in my arms to find she’s drenched in blood. She’s losing blood from the back of her legs.

I rush her to the front desk.

“She’s been injured. Treat my wife, now. She needs help!”

A lady in blue scrubs comes up to me and says, “Follow me. We need to get her to the ICU.”

Once we get to the floor, I lay Lyrical down on the bed, and a doctor and a few nurses rush inside the room and check her wounds.

“You need to leave so we can treat these wounds. She lost a lot of blood and she’s in a state of shock.”

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