Revenge is Sweet (A Samantha Church Mystery)

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Book: Revenge is Sweet (A Samantha Church Mystery) by Betta Ferrendelli Read Free Book Online
Authors: Betta Ferrendelli
feet, doing as he was told. He wanted to lunge at all three of them and take them down. He had enough anger pent up inside that he felt he could have handled all of them at once, but he could not run the risk of something happening to Sam.
    The twins came and stood on either side of Wilson while Fuzz Face stayed at the door. He waited for the twins to get in position. The twins wore T-shirts, one in gray, the other white. Wilson wondered if they ever went home to change. He had been trying to engage in small talk with the twins and Fuzz Face, hoping that if he could befriend at least one of them, he might have a way of getting out of here alive. He gave up before too long. The twins only spoke when they were spoken to. The tall, skinny one with the sharp nose and pencil-like fingers seemed to do all the talking and ordering around. There was no us e trying to win his confidence.
    Fuzz Face tossed the rope to the twin on Wilson’s right and the hood to the other one. Wilson watched as Fuzz Face removed a pistol with a long handle from his shoulder holster. He trained the nozzle on Sam’s head.
    “She’ll never wake up again if you do something foolish,” he said.
    “Don’t hurt her,” Wilson said, trying to keep his voice free of anger and pleading. “I’m doing what you asked.”
    Wilson narrowed his eyes, keeping them fixed on Fuzz Face. He sat passively as the twins tied his hands behind his back. He turned his head back as far as he could over his right shoulder to watch. The twin pulled the rope roughly over his wrists and he winced. Wilson had rolled the sleeves of his white shirt to his elbows. Now a burning sensation traveled up his wrists to the top of his shoulders. He gritted his teeth against the pain. They pulled the rope so tight that Wilson couldn’t wiggle his fingers. His skin beneath the rope throbbed each time he tried to move.
    The twin holding the hood shook it open in front of Wilson as he readied to lower it over his head. Wilson kept his eyes on Sam , lying on the floor before him, her hands still bound. That was the last thing he saw as the room went dark.
    Determined that fear would not overtake him and that he would not hyperventilate, Wilson took a deep breath as the twin lowered the hood over his head. He exhaled slowly as one of them pulled the drawstring. Several days beard growth made his face feel scratchy against the hood. His whiskers caught on the cloth as one of them tried to adjust the hood.
    Wilson could feel the twins tuck their hands under his arms then pull him to his feet. As they did, he heard Fuzz Face say, “You know what to do with the girl.”
    Wilson knew wherever he ended up, Sam would not be with him.
    He could only pray they would keep her alive.
    Wilson could not tell how long it took to get to the outdoors. He counted two turns before they ascended a short flight of stairs, which Wilson counted as six. Then they took an immediate right. They took several quick steps down what Wilson guessed was another hallway. Then they turned left and took longer strides until they reached more stairs. Unable to see that a set of stairs was before him, Wilson stumbled and lost track of the number of st eps he climbed.
    At the top of the stairs, he could tell that they had only taken a few short steps until one of the twins opened a door and Wilson could feel fresh, cold air against his forearms. It must have been late, or at least dark. Even wearing the hood, Wilson was able to tell the sun was not shining.
    Wilson heard a car engine running and the air was thick with the smell of exhaust. The hood and the rope made it difficult for Wilson to move easily and once they reached the car, the kidnappers had to push his head down and help him navigate his body inside the vehicle. The drive to the new location was short, maybe ten minutes. Wilson guessed that it was the twins who helped him out of the car. They were the ones who had manhandled him so far. In a matter of minutes, they

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