Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 108119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“Wait!” She reached for my arm, touched it.
I flinched. “What? What more could you possibly want from me?”
“Can I come?” Her eyes searched mine.
I had to have heard her wrong. “I’m sorry, what?”
Was she drunk?
“Can I come with you.”
“You,” I said slowly, “want to come with me and watch while I torture a woman for information and bring her as close to death as physically possible?”
She shivered and then paled. “Is she bad?”
“Does it matter?”
She nodded.
I bit back a curse. “She used to hit on me when I was a kid and tried touching me in the shower multiple times, would tell my dad I was the one hitting on her and made it so that I had to kill my own puppy when I was a child. Does that answer your fucking question?”
Alice’s eyes lit up with rage. “I’m coming.”
“Just make sure you puke in the corner and remember she’s the enemy.”
“If I’m staying, I need to learn how this works.”
Exhausted already, I sighed. “You’re not staying, six thirty-two.”
“Back to that, are we?”
“Alice.” I said her name with warning when my heart sped up that she would even fight to stay. “Don’t.”
“Do I need to bring like a weapon or something?”
I smirked. “Wow, you’re actually serious, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I mean you cut out my brother’s tongue. I’m assuming I need a knife or—”
“I’m keeping you far away from all sharp objects. With my luck you’d actually injure yourself and distract me. Besides, do you really think I would be so boring as to use a knife when I want information?”
Was it my imagination or did her eyes light up? “No. I would think for a man who has a tarantula at the bar, you’d be far more… adventurous.”
I barked out a laugh. “You have no fucking idea.”
At least one good thing would happen from today.
Alice would watch what I did.
And because she was a good person.
Because she was more than good.
She’d realize just how much she didn’t belong in my world.
I was the prince of darkness.
She may as well be an angel of light.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Alice
The room was purple.
I imagined more of a jail cell or dungeon sort of situation, something cold and dirty. Instead, the room seemed almost flirty, nice.
Though I did notice that the door was thick enough the room had to be completely sound proof.
There were multiple curtains covering something in the very back.
And tied to a chair was the woman who should have protected Andrei from the devil but instead tried to seduce him.
She was part of the reason he’d become the man he was.
And I hated her.
I hated how pretty she was.
How her hair was thick, luscious.
How even after staying up all night writhing in pain, her face held a ghost of a smile for her stepson.
Rage filled my soul as she eyed him up and down like she owned him.
Bull. Shit.
I clenched my hands into fists.
Andrei turned to me and looked down. “Feeling a bit… aggressive?”
“Very.”
He looked puzzled. “Is there a reason for that?”
Elena sighed loudly. “I’m right here!”
“I’m not speaking to you.” Andrei said in a bored tone.
I almost stuck my tongue out at her.
Instead, I wrapped my arms around Andrei and whispered in his ear. “She hurt you, so I want to hurt her.”
When I pulled back, his eyes flashed. “I should be completely disgusted with how erotic that actually sounds.”
I felt myself blush.
“And that—” He tapped a gloved finger to my cheek. “—is just another reason you need to go. Today.”
“We’ll see.”
He just shook his head like he didn’t want to argue, and then he turned to Elena. “How’s the ant bite?”
“How’s the limp dick?”
He burst out laughing. “Only when you’re in the room. God, I can’t even imagine how many poor souls got the syph because of you.”
She clenched her teeth and tried lunging for him, but the metal chair must have either been heavy or anchored to the floor.
I watched as he circled her, his smile amused, calm. He was in his element, it felt like I was watching something personal, vulnerable, he was hunting.
She was his prey.
I crossed my arms and shivered as his muscles flexed beneath his tight, long, black shirt.
He was wearing jeans that looked expensive, and his nose piercing seemed to make him look more predatory as he smiled at her with perfect white teeth.
He was mocking her without even opening his mouth.
“Who’s supplying the women?” he asked stopping behind her.
“Offer me protection.
He sighed in annoyance and then winked at me like he was enjoying himself. “Alice, tell me, do you like fish?”
“Um… yes?”
He grinned and crooked his finger.
I followed him to the far side of the room. He pressed a button, and the curtain spread revealing several tanks of different sizes.
I noticed the jellyfish right away.
Rats of different sizes.
A few smaller spiders that looked exotic.