The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 274

There’s a deafening thud, an echoing and eerie silence as a breath escapes him and then nothing. His body lies motionless, his hand on my ankle drops loose over my injury and I kick it away with my other foot hastily.

I’m crouching at an odd angle, still gripping the bar so tightly that my nails have pierced my own palms, breathing so hard it’s painful and making me dizzy. I turn to stare at the bulky form in the dusky light and something inside of me snaps. All fear and flight go out of me and emotionless clarity and sense come over me; a dark sense of quiet calming stillness, followed by a moment of completely detached pause and I listen to the long slow steady breaths from his almost lifeless body.

If I leave him this way to go and get help, he could get away, he could wake up and run or he could catch me before I get anywhere. He will never stop coming for me if I always run from him.

I hold up the bar and contemplate hitting him again, but he doesn’t appear to be conscious and I know in my own heart I don’t have the stomach or the willpower to kill a man … Even him … Even if I could justify it to myself, justify it to the world, I could never look at myself in the mirror the same way again. Jake would never look at me the same way and how could my child?

I scramble around on the floor trying to find something to help me figure out what to do. The pain in my ankle is hot and burning through me intensely but I push it down and claw my way across the space, dragging my leg behind me like an injured animal, slowly and surely. My head is a scrambling mess, my emotions all over the place and a hard tension growing in my pelvis is making my body rigid. I can’t begin to analyze how I really feel I’m just spurred on by the breathless anxiety of knowing that I am not out of danger yet. He could wake up at any second and the pain in my body is weakening me with every movement.

My vision is blurred by sticky liquid in my face and my mouth is full of the taste of blood. My head is pounding and swelling across my brow at an alarming rate, bringing back the deep nausea and dizziness once more. My body is giving up on me and I need to save myself before it does.

My eyes wander to the phone on the unit and I crawl to it, yanking the cable right out of the wall like a crazed woman, biting into my hands and slicing my palm with the strength of my force. I pull it from the base of the phone stand and crawl back to him. I’m determined to do this, the overwhelming trembling of my body going into shock is slowly creeping up from my toes, so I need to be quick.

I’ve never restrained a person this way before, but sheer fear and adrenaline has me looping his hands behind his back and tying as tight as I can a multitude of complicated knots. I don’t care if I cut off all circulation, the feel of his rough skin is making me recoil internally, the stench of his musky body is choking me, but I keep tying the cord hoping that this will be enough.

His breathing is shallow, so he’s alive, and I can make out dark liquid oozing onto the floor by his head. I injured him in the way he injured me and somehow it starts a tiny spark of strength deep inside of me; a calm that sweeps up through me, giving me focus and determination.

I take a deep breath, and sit back to look at my handiwork, taking a moment to calm my crazy body and reeling thoughts. He’s strung up at the back and I’ve run out of cord to do more. I hope it’s enough and his knee is too smashed to be able to use his legs should he want to come get me.

I need Jake. I need help. I need the police. Get help, Emma … Go.

I realize my phone is in my bag upstairs and I must’ve dropped it with his assault. There’s no way I can muster the ability to get up that steep winding staircase and I’ve just disabled the only landline nearby.

Fuck’s sake, Emma. Well done.

Stupid. Stupid. Okay, look around, Emma. Look! What can I find? What can I do? How can I get help?

I grab at my temples and knock my head, trying to think. My eyes wandering around the room desperately searching for something to help me get comfort.

Calm, Emma, be rational. Sylvana is right next door.

The street … Get to the street.

I try to get up and my ankle gives out completely, another sharp agonizing pain, wooziness hitting me with ferocity and a dampness now coursing down my chin as a fresh wave of blood pulses further down my face. I’m shivering, my body is shaking so badly that my hands are becoming unusable.

I trace the warmth of the liquid up to my forehead and realize he’s cut my head open with the force of my collision into the door upstairs. My brow is swelling, and my hairline is crusting with blood.

“Jake is going to fuck you up!” I snarl at his motionless body, suddenly enraged at what he’s done to me. What he intended to do to me! The anger I used to harbor kicks free and claims me with a fury I normally keep locked up, like some seething crazy past Emma.