Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“What?”
He pushes the syringe, emptying the clear liquid directly into Preston’s bloodstream, and I fix Raiden with a hard stare, not only pissed off, but also irritated that he was able to take such an easy kill from me. Hell, it’s embarrassing. That never should have happened. I was too cocky. Too confident, and despite the fact that whatever toxic blend of medication Raiden just gave Preston hasn’t taken effect yet, there’s no denying that this one is already over for me.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“You told me to touch up on my skills, Firecracker, so I figured why not go all the way back to basics,” he says, capping the lid of the syringe. “I just didn’t expect that this is what I’d find when I did. Gosh, babe. That’s embarrassing. I thought you said you were the best? Because from where I’m standing, you look like a rookie who couldn’t even handle the most basic hit. What’s the matter? Did something shake your confidence?”
“Fuck, I hate you.”
“Yeah, you’ve mentioned that a time or two, yet you’ll still drop to your knees if I ask.” Preston’s body begins to convulse, and Raiden chuckles. “Oh, look, Firecracker. That’s what you looked like when you were coming on my cock yesterday.”
Okay. I’m actually going to kill him this time.
I reach for the blade inside my boot, and Raiden shakes his head, tsking at me as the heart rate monitor flatlines. “Nu-uh. Not in here, babe. Have a little respect. This is a hospital.”
I blanch, and he simply laughs as he walks around the hospital bed, only to clutch the back of my neck and press a kiss to my cheek, just as he’d done yesterday. “Might I suggest a little more training?” he says, his thumb stretching to my jaw and brushing over my skin. “After all, if you want to get anywhere near the level of the Iron Viper, then you’re going to have to clean up whatever the fuck this shit was. I like your determination, though. Keep up the good work.”
He winks, and with that, he starts to make his way out of the room, only he pauses at the door and glances back, his fingers lingering on the handle. “See you at home, love,” he murmurs, his eyes shining with silent laughter as he slams his hand down over the emergency call button, setting off alarms at all the nurses’ stations throughout the floor and activating a flashing light just outside the room.
“Fucker!”
I go to run, but he pulls the door closed and wedges something under it, locking me in, and as the panic begins to soar through me, I whip around, trying to figure out what the fuck I’m supposed to do.
Raiden is gone in the blink of an eye, but I wouldn’t expect anything less, and as I glance up at the ceiling panels, trying to work out how quickly I could escape through there, the nurses arrive at the door, grabbing the handle and frantically trying to get in.
They peer at me through the window. “OPEN THE DOOR, YOUNG LADY.”
Fuck. Showtime.
I force tears to my eyes and start to overexaggerate my panic. “HELP! THE DOOR IS JAMMED. I NEED HELP! HE’S NOT BREATHING. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO. PLEASE! DON’T LET MY UNCLE DIE.”
“Fuck,” I hear someone say outside the door, before their voice rises. “WE’RE COMING. START COMPRESSIONS.”
“WHAT?” I say with a breathy tone. “I . . . I . . . I DON’T KNOW HOW.”
“YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO STRADDLE HIM. HANDS BRACED TOGETHER OVER HIS CHEST AND START PUSHING. JUST LIKE IN THE MOVIES.”
Ahh fuck.
I guess I’m going to do CPR on the dead guy.
Climbing up onto his bed, I straddle him, brace my hands together like the nurse explained, and start compressions. “IS THIS RIGHT?” I call in a panic, glancing over my shoulder to the window in the door and watching as they madly scramble to free whatever is jamming the door.
“YES! THAT’S IT. KEEP GOING. THIRTY COMPRESSIONS, AND THEN YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO ADMINISTER A BREATH.”
Oh fuck, no. Over my dead, assassinated body am I putting my lips on this motherfucker and breathing into his lungs. Who knows what kind of diseases this cheating bastard had.
Security arrives and starts trying to break down the door when the nurse yells through the door. “BREATHE.”
Fuck.
Cringing, I lean down over him, blocking his nose and grasping his chin, forgetting that I’m supposed to be pretending that I don’t know what to do, but hell, I’m in the moment. I give two breaths and feel his lungs inflate before moving straight back to compressions. “HURRY!” I cry, working up a sweat as the heart rate monitor catches my untimed compressions. “HE CAN’T DIE! PLEASE!”
It takes almost two minutes before security is able to bust down the door, and the second the room is flooded by doctors, nurses, and security, I’m pushed aside and told to wait outside.