Michelle Congdon resides in Sydney, Australia. She enjoys reading books of all sorts of genres, watching way too many movies and TV shows (and Disney cartoons), singing out aloud to her favourite tunes, and going on adventures involving food and travel.
Michelle is loud, talks a lot and shares an ever-growing list of book husbands with a friend. She has an overactive imagination, and has tried to put it to good use by sharing stories with anyone willing to listen.
The elevator makes a sudden stop and I quickly pick up the tubes and cover my forearm before a group of three casually dressed men, who eye me curiously, step into the lift. I force a smile at one who continues to glance at me from behind his shoulder.
“Wait… aren’t you that—”
I slam my fist to the side of his face, knocking him out, before he can say another word. The other two immediately jump out of the way, but I swiftly reach for the closest one and hit him with the metal pole of the IV drip. I kick the third in the shin, causing him to lurch forward before I slam the edge of my hand on the side of his neck. All three men lie unconscious around me by the time the elevator reaches the bottom floor.
I try to move, and bite my tongue as pain lacerates through my chest. My head is spinning but I can see and sense Ryuu making his way toward me.
I hastily struggle for my own gun still attached to the holster on my belt, barely able to wrap my fingers around it.
Images of Grady and I enjoying our recent time together, and what might have been, flash into my mind as I watch Ryuu raise his gun and point it at my head.
Ryuu is back on his feet, as I predicted, leaning on his stick for support. No matter how injured he is, he’s not going to give up so easily. It’s where I got it from.
I glance down at his mutilated legs and the pools of blood gathering at his feet, and let out a dark laugh. “I’m going to take you down piece by piece. Until every last drop of blood is squeezed from your veins.”
“Grady…” I almost choke on his name.
“I’ve got you, Emery. I’ve always got you.”
“What do you want, Emery?” he says in a forced calm voice. I notice he doesn’t bother to ask about his wife; it’s like deep down he already knows.
“You know what I want, Ryuu, and I’m not leaving until it’s done.”