Page 101 of Rescued Dreams
Olivia wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist, and her teeth flashed. Gritted as she struggled with him. Blood had dried down her face from a knot on her forehead, and she had the glassy eyes of someone with a concussion.
Nicholas toppled farther, and the gun skittered across the floor.
He roared, grabbed her arm, and twisted around, rotating Olivia’s arm the wrong way. Her knees buckled and she screamed. Bone snapped.
The twins screamed.
Nicholas dragged Olivia across the floor by her broken arm and kicked her into the cage. He padlocked her in.
Then he came to Amelia.
She backed up, huddled as small as she could.
“I suppose reinforcements will be here soon enough.” He glanced around. “I’ll have to speed this up.”
He dragged more of those window things from his pocket and placed them on the locks for each cage—except hers. Nicholas retrieved his gun and unlocked the padlock securing her.
He backed up. “Get out.”
“Did you kill Cherry?”
“She whined too much. It was annoying.”
Amelia’s whole body shuddered. He’d killed a mother and her baby.
“Get out!”
She scrambled forward. “Don’t hurt them.”
He dragged her off the floor. “Walk.” Pressed the gun to her side. “When your boyfriend gets here, everything needs to be ready.”
He thought Ridge was coming.
How would he know that? And how would Ridge know where to find them? “Don’t hurt him!”
Nicholas laughed. “He’s going to suffer most of all. He’ll have to live knowing he’s responsible for the deaths of you and his sisters. Sweet victory.”
He wanted to hurt Ridge.
But he was going to kill Amelia—and all the rest of them.
“You’re sick.”
He dragged her to the hall and through the open front door, kicking it shut. “Open that bag.” The duffel beside the door bulged with another of those devices, like the one Elam had used on the door.
“What is it?”
“Motion-activated detonation.”
“You were going to kill my brother.”
“That idiot deserves to die,” Nicholas said. “He only cares about money.” He told her what to do with the device, and she complied with shaky hands. “I get my sweet revenge, no one is left alive to come after me,andI get all the money.”
Amelia turned to him. “That won’t work.”
“Of course it will. I’ve thought of everything.” He smiled and his eyes gleamed. “This plan will work.”
Before she could say anything, he dragged her down the hall, through this maze of a house. The twins were in danger, locked in booby-trapped cages. Olivia, the same, and she needed medical attention.
