Page 179 of Timber

Bruce scowls and pulls out a handkerchief, wiping my spit off his face.

“Fuck, they weren’t supposed to be here until later tonight.” He pauses and then turns back to me. “Rest up, Precious. I’ll be back to play later, and I know it’ll be one that I’ll greatly enjoy,” he says as he leers at me.

Ice rolls down my spine, but I don’t let it show.

He leaves, and the new guy locks the door behind him and leers at me as well. That look tells me all I need to know.

He’s also been hurting women along with the others.

And if I don’t get out of here, they’re going to rape me like they have all those other women.

I wait for a little bit after they leave and glance up at the pole above me.

“Lindsey, are you still awake?”

A shuffling sound reaches my ears and then she appears in the window. “He hurt you. He used that on them a lot, too,” she whispers.

“Yes, he did hurt me, but when your daddy and my Old Man get here, they are going to make them pay for what they’ve done to all of us.” I pause, letting her see the confidence in me.

Because what she doesn’t know is that when I pulled on my arm restraints, I felt my bracelets.

They can track me.

Unless Bruce has jammers...

Crap, I didn’t think about that, but I’m going to hope like heck that they don’t.

“Now, Lindsey, can you see the bar above my head?”

She comes forward before her chains stop her, but then she nods her head.

“Does it go into your room, too?”

“No, it doesn’t. I’m only chained by my ankle, which is chained to the wall. Mama and Lillian were chained to the wall along with their beds.”

I try not to shudder at that thought and pray that the beds are there for them to only sleep in and nothing else in front of Lindsey.

“Can you do me a favor? Take a look at the bolts connected to the wall for your shackle. Are they brown with rust? If you tug on the chain, does it wobble?”

She disappears from sight and then I hear her rattle the chain. I grin when I hear her little shriek of joy that she quickly cuts short.

“Yes, they are rusty and it wiggles a lot.”

“Okay, I want you to pull on it with all your might. Tell me if you get it to come loose. I’m going to work on mine, okay?”

“Okay.”

It’s after 1 am before I’m able to get the security tape from that freaking guard. Even with Mr. Thatcher with me, he still bitched and moaned. I made sure to memorize what he looked like just in case he shows up on the footage—both here and at the clubhouse.

Sighing, I head back down to the ER since Thor said that’s where he still is with the others. Mr. Thatcher is following me on my heels, making sure no one continues to mess with us anymore.

The nurse at the desk tries to stop me from entering the room Levi’s in, but Mr. Thatcher waves her off.

Fear snakes down my veins when I see all three of them crying as Thor and Dragon are on either side of Levi’s bed.

“Oh fuck. Please say both jellybeans are doing good?”

Levi nods. “These are happy tears of relief. Other than getting a few stitches and them popping my shoulder back into place, I’m doing good. Now, tell us what you found out in the security room.”

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