Page 106 of Ruthless God

I search his pockets to find several keys, so I test each one of them and try it on the locks. Finally I find one that works, and I unlock the padlocks and I pick Bailey up. She’s so malnourished that I can lift her and carry her over my shoulders. When I breathe in and out, my rib cage hurts and I feel weak. My head throbs and my stab wounds bleed uncontrollably, and I don’t know if we can make it to the front door. I hope I don’t bleed out before then.

When I open the basement door and step out, there is a long-ass hallway, so I keep going, tripping over my feet and dropping Bailey along the way.

She groans and tries to push herself up, but she’s too weak. My heart pounds in my chest, and I wrap her arms around my shoulders, lifting her up with as much strength as I can. I’m weak as well but we have to keep going. We will not die here. I need to find a car to steal. I spotted a few when Carter brought me here.

We make it to the front door, and I turn the knob to find it’s locked from the outside, which is strange. Why would it be locked from the outside? I set Bailey down on the floor, and she groans.

“Lyrics, I don’t feel too good.”

“I’m going to get us out of here, okay? I promise.”

I don’t believe my own words, but I need her to hold on to hope. I finally got my best friend back and I’m not going to lether go. She’s not going to die here, and her story doesn’t end in this place.

Once I grab a small chair, I toss it at a nearby floor-to-ceiling window, then I duck my head as the glass shatters in a million pieces. When I pick Bailey up, my hair is pulled back and my gaze clashes with a pair of mismatched eyes similar to Snow’s.

Pure terror overrides my senses as I stare at Revi. A wicked grin plasters his face and it gives me chills.

Is he working with Carter?

“You couldn’t mind your business, could you, bitch? Always shoving your nose into shit that has nothing to do with you.”

He drags my body across the floor, a sharp glass sticking into my calf. I try to yank my arm from his grip but it’s no use, he’s too strong.

“You’re pathetic.” He pulls me into a room, slamming the door behind him.

He takes out a gun, placing it to my temple. “If you do anything to escape or hurt me, I will put a bullet through you.”

“What are you going to do to Bailey?”

“I’m going to kill her. She’s no use to me now that you’re here. I’m not going to kill you just yet, I need money and you’re going to spread those pretty legs!”

How can he treat his daughter this way? Hurt her?

“Why would you want to sell your daughter?”

“She’s a liability. Just like you. You turned my son against me. He chose you over me, over his own family. I worked so hard to make him the machine he is today, to make him do what I want. Now, he thinks he has power and can do whatever the fuck he wants.” His eyes narrow. “I almost forgot, pull down your panties.”

I shake my head.

“I’m not going to fuck you, bitch. You’re not my type. And I’m not going to ask you again.” He pushes me to the ground.

With tears in my eyes, I lift up my skirt, pull down my panties.

He yanks me up on my feet, forcing me onto the bed and flipping me on my stomach. I turn to look at him to see he has a knife. Several seconds later, I feel a sharp pain below my ass cheek. I scream, begging for him to stop.

Blood runs down my thigh.

“My son had a tracker inside of you. Stupid ass went to our family doctor to help him.”

So Snow might be on his way? I’m so happy that he put a tracker inside of my body.

I sit up, crawling to the head of the bed, wrapping my arms around my legs. My hand grazes at the sharp glass that’s currently imbedded into my skin.

My body aches and my eyelids are heavy.

Drake walks inside and slams the door shut.

“The other girls have arrived and Bailey is back in the basement.”

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