Redeemed: Bad Blooded Rebel Series #4 by Mellie George Read Free Book Online

girl. Once I get the
gun from you, I’m going to beat the hell out of you so you can’t fight me off
anymore and you are going to lie there on the bed in pain while I fuck you
however I want to.
    “I’m
going to fuck that pussy, your mouth, and that tight little asshole of yours
before you beg for me to kill you. When I’ve had my fill you’re going to look
into my eyes and they will be the last thing you see as I slit your throat and
watch you die,” he said, his voice becoming a terrifying growl.
    He
was going to kill me if I didn’t fire now…but I was scared. I just couldn’t do
it. “Scott, stay where you are or I will shoot you where you stand, I swear to
God!” I yelled.
    He
pulled the knife out of his back pocket and flicked it up. “Last chance,
Everleigh. If you give me the gun I’ll make this quick for you.” Taking one
more step closer to me I readied myself to shoot him.
    “Don’t
make me to this, Scott. I don’t want to hurt you,” I pleaded, still hoping
against hope that this ending would be different.
    “And
that’s what makes you a weak bitch, Everleigh. You know what would be fun?
After I kill you I might go after your friend Danni or that Jessie girl or
hell, the guitar player’s sister. That hot little blonde...what was her name
again? Sadie? I bet they will be fun to torture and fuck just like I’m going to
do to you.”
    A
tear rolled down my cheek and I begged one last time, “Please. Don’t do this.”
I gripped the gun tighter and when he took another step he was only about four
feet away from me.
    “Time’s
up, baby girl,” he said and before I could even blink he lunged at me.
    I
screamed and jumped back from fear as he tried to attack me. My finger reacted
before the rest of me could and before I realized what I was doing the gun
fired in his direction. I stumbled back and fell to the floor, my head hitting
the dresser hard. My head was screaming and my vision went blurry as I tried to
put as much space between us as possible. At that point I wasn’t aware if I had
even shot him at all.
    I
felt for my shirt and when I found it I quickly covered myself back up. When
the pain in my head started to dull and my eyes finally adjusted they landed on
Scott…and I screamed.
    He
was lying on the floor of the motel room. There was a pool of blood all around
his head and a large gaping wound in his forehead. I’d shot him point blank in
the head…and he was dead. I’d killed Scott.
    I
screamed louder and I dropped the gun to the floor. Right in mid scream my
stomach started to roll from seeing Scott’s lifeless body and I got violently
sick on the carpet next to the bed. After all of the contents of my stomach
were gone and I’d stopped heaving, I pulled my shirt back on and crawled as far
away from his body as possible. I needed to call for help so I reached up and
grabbed Scott’s jacket in search of my phone. I fumbled through the pockets and
quickly found it.
    My
first instinct was to call the police but there was one call I needed to make
first. Scott was a sadistic freak and I had to know for sure if Ryder was
really dead. After he’d killed Trish I had no doubt that he would do whatever
he could to get me, but I had to hope against all hope that he’d lied just to
hurt me. Even though I had seen Ryder lying on the bathroom floor with blood
all over his head, Scott was evil enough to try and make this as painful as
possible. I had no doubt that he would lie to me and tell me that the one man I
loved more than anything in the world was dead. I dialed Ryder’s cell phone
number, not knowing what I would hear on the other end. Please be okay,
Ryder…please be okay. After two rings someone answered. “Everleigh? Evie,
baby, is that you?” a weak voice croaked.
    My
heart leapt in that moment and relief like I’d never felt washed through me as
I heard the most beautiful voice in the world say my name. I started sobbing as
I said, “Ryder…you’re alive…thank