Chance: An Action & Adventure Romance Novel (Sacrifice) Read Online Free Page A
Author: A.C. Heller
should head to the northeast, there is a known cave about thirty yards from a body of water.”
Before Takeo gets a chance to tell Aiden which area he should head to one of the men radios in that there is an area to the southwest that has multiple trees cuts down, seemingly in the middle of a forest. That isn’t definitive proof but it’s definitely worth checking out.
“I’ll go check that out, let me know if you two find anything.” Aiden turns on his heel and heads in the direction where his men were waiting for him.
The men are all actively searching the area when he gets to them. One of the older men, probably in his early forties, approaches Aiden and briefs him on what they’ve found. “The trees were obviously cut down with a chainsaw but as you can see the surrounding trees were left untouched. Most of the men are heading over to the cliffs to see if there’s a cave entrance, but that’s all we have so far.”
Aiden dismisses him and starts walking towards the cliffs. Out of the corner of his eye he catches something shimmering in the moonlight. Instinctively, he drops to the ground just as a shot rings out hitting the ground right behind him. Staying low, but running for the safety of the cliffs, Aiden doesn’t notice that he is not being pursued. Nor does he realize the ground he is standing on is unstable. Until he’s falling, that is.
Chapter Three
There were five hundred and seventy four screws in the walls of her cell, including her door. She knew because she had counted them, repeatedly. Dora wasn’t sure how long she had been a prisoner of these people, but she figured it didn’t matter. She figured she was probably going to die in this cell once they realized she wasn’t going to cooperate. The only time they got anything out of her is when they forced it out. Sometimes she wished they would just kill her and get it over with.
They brought her three meals a day but she usually only ate two of them. It depended on whether or not they left her alone all day. Sometimes they would give her books or magazines to read, but the ones currently in her possession have been read so many times the pages are starting to tear. She could probably quote them if she tried.
Once or twice a day they would speak to her through a speaker in the ceiling. Normally they asked her if she needed anything. On the bad days they would tell her they would be entering her cell. All Dora really wanted was to be left alone. She knew and understood what she was capable of but wanted no part of it. If she could live the rest of her life and never hurt another person, she would live a happy life.
The clock on the wall read eight fifteen and she knew that her dinner should have been brought fifteen minutes ago. These were bad people but they were punctual. They always have her meals delivered at specific times each day: eight in the morning, one in the afternoon, and eight at night. Every day, except today it seems.
The speaker overhead crackles and a man’s scratchy voice echoes through her cell. “There has been a slight delay in your dinner this evening. Do not worry sweet girl, your food will arrive shortly.” Dora rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out at the speaker. Her form of disobedience wasn’t exactly rebellious, but it made her feel better.
It was twenty more minutes before the little opening in her cell door was opened and her meal was slid through. In the distance she can hear what sounds like an alarm going off. But it sounds very far away. Disregarding it as a drill or something of that sort she takes her meal back to her bed and sits down. The food they provided her with wasn’t bad. It was a step up from hospital food but not exactly gourmet. Lucky her today was spaghetti.
Setting her unwanted food aside she leans back against the wall and watches the clock tick the seconds away. Dora’s life had never been
Before Takeo gets a chance to tell Aiden which area he should head to one of the men radios in that there is an area to the southwest that has multiple trees cuts down, seemingly in the middle of a forest. That isn’t definitive proof but it’s definitely worth checking out.
“I’ll go check that out, let me know if you two find anything.” Aiden turns on his heel and heads in the direction where his men were waiting for him.
The men are all actively searching the area when he gets to them. One of the older men, probably in his early forties, approaches Aiden and briefs him on what they’ve found. “The trees were obviously cut down with a chainsaw but as you can see the surrounding trees were left untouched. Most of the men are heading over to the cliffs to see if there’s a cave entrance, but that’s all we have so far.”
Aiden dismisses him and starts walking towards the cliffs. Out of the corner of his eye he catches something shimmering in the moonlight. Instinctively, he drops to the ground just as a shot rings out hitting the ground right behind him. Staying low, but running for the safety of the cliffs, Aiden doesn’t notice that he is not being pursued. Nor does he realize the ground he is standing on is unstable. Until he’s falling, that is.
Chapter Three
There were five hundred and seventy four screws in the walls of her cell, including her door. She knew because she had counted them, repeatedly. Dora wasn’t sure how long she had been a prisoner of these people, but she figured it didn’t matter. She figured she was probably going to die in this cell once they realized she wasn’t going to cooperate. The only time they got anything out of her is when they forced it out. Sometimes she wished they would just kill her and get it over with.
They brought her three meals a day but she usually only ate two of them. It depended on whether or not they left her alone all day. Sometimes they would give her books or magazines to read, but the ones currently in her possession have been read so many times the pages are starting to tear. She could probably quote them if she tried.
Once or twice a day they would speak to her through a speaker in the ceiling. Normally they asked her if she needed anything. On the bad days they would tell her they would be entering her cell. All Dora really wanted was to be left alone. She knew and understood what she was capable of but wanted no part of it. If she could live the rest of her life and never hurt another person, she would live a happy life.
The clock on the wall read eight fifteen and she knew that her dinner should have been brought fifteen minutes ago. These were bad people but they were punctual. They always have her meals delivered at specific times each day: eight in the morning, one in the afternoon, and eight at night. Every day, except today it seems.
The speaker overhead crackles and a man’s scratchy voice echoes through her cell. “There has been a slight delay in your dinner this evening. Do not worry sweet girl, your food will arrive shortly.” Dora rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out at the speaker. Her form of disobedience wasn’t exactly rebellious, but it made her feel better.
It was twenty more minutes before the little opening in her cell door was opened and her meal was slid through. In the distance she can hear what sounds like an alarm going off. But it sounds very far away. Disregarding it as a drill or something of that sort she takes her meal back to her bed and sits down. The food they provided her with wasn’t bad. It was a step up from hospital food but not exactly gourmet. Lucky her today was spaghetti.
Setting her unwanted food aside she leans back against the wall and watches the clock tick the seconds away. Dora’s life had never been
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