Page 80 of The Killer Who Kept Me

“Time’s almost up, Daddy.” I wiped my mouth with my hand. “If you think you’re a step ahead, you’re dumber than I thought.”

“You’ve gotten real mouthy while you’ve been out in the big bad world, haven’t you?” He hovered over me but kept his distance, likely so I wouldn’t spit on him some more. “I’m going to enjoy putting you back in your place.” He spun on his heel and left.

Five minutes left.

It was eerily quiet.The hour mark had come and gone. The two men were still with us, but we hadn’t seen Ramsey since he’d run off. Jim had made an appearance a few times, but at one point he’d argued with Ramsey, and I hadn’t seen him anymore. He’d likely run or Ramsey had killed him. I didn’t want to peek at Andre. I was sure he was having a lot of doubts in Saros, but I wasn’t. He had a plan; I knew it.

No sooner did that thought leave my mind than I heard a loud thump outside the door. The two guys watching us looked at each other.

“Check in?” one questioned the other.

He nodded and got out his phone. “This is Dawson. Heard a loud sound, can anyone confirm it was us?”

I glanced at Andre, who was avidly paying attention to everything as well.

“Someone come in?”

“Fuck,” the other man said and pressed his ear to the door. “I hear movement.”

“Go check.”

“Fuck you, you go check.”

It made sense that Ramsey would surround himself with cowards.

“I’d just stay put if I were you. You’ll find out soon enough who it is.” I smirked when they glared at me.

“Saros?” Andre asked.

“Probably.”

Both of the men paled—they were no one, and Saros would mow right through them.

I relaxed against the wall, my butt cushioned on the thin mattress. “Don’t worry, Andre, this will all be over soon.”

I’d never felt so confident in that statement as I did right then. Was it strange that I could feel Saros’s closeness? He’d come. He hadn’t just sent his men; he was here. I was sure of it.

Anotherthudfollowed by aboomsounded right outside the room. The two guys moved closer to us, guns pointed right at the entrance.

“There are two guys in here with us—they have guns,” I yelled, hoping to warn who was behind the door.

“Shut the fuck up,” one of my captors snarled. Three bursts, then the door was open. The men in the room fired but were down in a second. One fell with his head landing right on my mattress.

I looked up, and Benny rushed in with Gino and another guy—Theo, maybe? I wasn’t sure.

“Em?”

“Benny! Oh, thank God.”

“We’re getting you and Andre out of here.”

“We’re chained,” Andre said.

I pointed to a small desk. “I saw Ramsey toss keys in there.”

Gino went to the drawer, and sure enough there were keys. He made quick work of unchaining us, and I slowly stood. I was a little dizzy, but it was manageable.

“Stay between Theo and Gino, both of you. I’ll bring in the rear,” Benny instructed.

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