Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
He licks his lips. “Are you sure? I’ll make sure Quarterback receives footage at some point in his life. Could be in a week or two. A year or a few. But he’ll see you fucking someone else while he’s passed out in the adjoining room like a weak, little bitch.”
I can’t control the moisture that gathers along my lids, but I use that as a strength instead of a weakness. “The only weak, little bitch here is you, asshole. You shot him so he’d become defenseless and now you’re using manipulation to get your limp dick wet. Do whatever you want, but I’ll make sure my dad knows about this. And when he kills you in cold blood, I’ll get footage of it and watch it for years to come.”
I tremble, my hands balled into fists on either side of me. I fully expect Ren to tackle me to the ground and rape me, then kill me. Or maybe the other way around.
Instead, he bursts out laughing, his head tipping back. The sound is so loud that I jump.
“You’re a Hitori, after all,” he says once he finishes his psychotic fit of laughter, slightly shaking his head. “Now, come on.”
“Come where?”
“You’ll see.”
I plant my feet on the ground. “I’m not going anywhere with you unless you tell me why and where.”
He leans over so fast, I don’t have the chance to push back. Then he grabs me by the arm as he peers down at me, his face mere inches from mine. “You don’t really have a say in it, now do you? Follow me quietly and without asking questions unless you want to open those legs here and now.”
I frown. Does that mean if I follow him, I don’t have to open my legs? Or maybe I’m reading too much into things.
Twisting my arm, I attempt to get away from him, but he tightens his hold until he cuts off my circulation.
“Let me go!” I strain.
The sound of a door opening makes me freeze. I stare in the opposite direction and completely forget about Ren and his savage grip.
The man who nonchalantly leans against the doorframe is the last person I expected to see in this place.
Though it all makes sense now.
He’s the one who talked to me through the door a few days ago. At the time, I couldn’t exactly identify him, because he sounds more aristocratic and composed when he speaks in Japanese than when he does in English.
“You heard the princess,” he tells Ren in Japanese. “Let her go.”
Ojou-sama.
Again. He’s calling me a princess and now I’m even more sure that I met him before this year.
Maybe when I was young…
“She’s resisting,” Ren says in the same language, sounding bored to death.
“Or you’re taking a long time to do a simple task, Ren.”
“Are you calling me useless?”
“Your words, not mine.”
“K-Kai…?” I stammer, cutting off their back and forth.
The man I thought was a PI slides his gaze to me. Unlike Ren’s mocking presence, Kai’s is serene, calm, soothing almost.
I always felt some sort of safety with him and even an urge to talk to him about everything and nothing.
That’s the type of image he projected, anyway. A big brother of sorts.
A pillar.
A manipulator.
Because now I’m even more sure that none of this was a coincidence. Not how I first connected with him, not how I remember him calling me Ojou-sama at some point in my life, and definitely not the black van and Ren’s involvement.
It all has to do with my father. The same father I never knew and who Mom protected me from because he’s dangerous.
Kai smiles and it’s warm, inviting. That’s what made me fall into his trap in the first place. His damn welcoming smile.
Now, I realize it’s no different than the devil when he’s on the mission of luring his victims.
“Hello again, princess.”
I twist my arm from Ren’s hold and he surprisingly lets me go. My entire attention is on Kai. “What is all of this about?”
“I said I’d take you to your father and I always keep my promises.”
“You couldn’t have done that without kidnapping me?”
He shakes his head once. “I told you, you need to suffer a loss.”
I point a finger at Ren. “He promised he’d get Sebastian a doctor.”
“That won’t work. He has a nasty infection and it must’ve spread to his lungs, because he’s barely able to breathe. He needs a hospital and ICU care, and in order to get them, he has to leave in about…” He stares at his watch. “Five minutes, more or less.”
God no.
I knew he was doing horribly, but I’d hoped it wasn’t that critical.
“Do it!” I snarl at Ren. “Fuck me and keep your word.”
“I’m insulted.” He places a hand on his chest. “You really think I’d finish in five minutes? I need at least…thirty?”