Page 90 of Savage Scream

Adam makes quick work of zip tying my wrists together behind my back, and Jared watches in confusion as he tries to piece together what happened while he was out cold.

“Reggie, pick up Munro and let’s get the fuck outta here,” Adam demands, and Reggie moves to the dick bleeding guy curled into a ball, and helps him stand, crumpled over.

“Stop!” Jared yells, as Adam starts hauling me by my bound wrists to the door, and as he drags me over the threshold, with tears in my eyes, I say my last words to Jared.

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

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JARED

Fuck!

FUCK!

She’s gone. She’s actually gone. They fucking took her!

I leap up from the floor awkwardly, stumbling and face planting the carpet, my body uncoordinated from my hands being bound behind my back, and perhaps too, from being knocked out once a-fucking-gain!

“Jared,” Cynthia cries, moving over to me on her knees. “You need to calm down.”

“No!” I roar. “NO!”

“What’s happening?” William mumbles as he comes to, and a sob escapes his wife.

“They took Dee.” She starts crying, and I use my forehead to push myself back up off the carpet to my knees.

“I need to get her!” I grunt, trying to stand again. “They are going to kill her. Fuck, that prick will probably rape her first!”

I’m losing my fucking mind. I can’t breathe. Shit. I can’t breathe.

“Jared, listen to my voice,” Cynthia snaps, and I try, but it’s hard to focus on anything. They are going to fucking defile my girl. “Jared. You can’t help her unless you calm down. Listen to my voice. Can you hear it?”

“Yes,” I hiss even as my lungs constrict.

“Look at me,” she insists, and I glance over my shoulder to see my school principal’s tear-soaked cheeks and glassy eyes. “You can do this. You can breathe. Just try to calm your heart. Try to suck air in.”

Nodding, I latch onto her voice and try. And fuck, it works.

“Good. Again.” Cynthia insists, so I do it again and again. “That’s it.”

A loud crash rattles the windows as the front door slams open against the wall, and I freeze until I see Griffin Marx step inside with his gun raised. His men come in after him, and one look at me and he lowers his gun.

“Where’s Hush?” he snaps, and Cynthia snaps back.

“Who is Hush, and who the hell are you?”

Shit.

“Crow! Answer me!” Griffin ignores Cynthia, his eyes trained on me.

“They took her,” I rasp, feeling my throat start to close over again.

“They’re gone?” he asks and I nod.

Griffin directs his men to do a sweep of the house before he steps into the room and proceeds to cut us free.

“Excuse me, but you need to tell me who the hell you are, and what the fuck is going on!” Cynthia cries, and I hang my head as I sit on the end of her bed.

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