Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“No, sweetheart, you don’t understand what loving that fucker has done to you. It’s you who’s going to die. With my dick shoved up in your cunt, I’m going to slit your throat right in front of him, so he can watch the light leave your eyes. Then, when I think you have suffered enough, I’ll put a bullet in your head and turn you into pig feed.” His detailed description has my stomach rolling around in knots on the verge of spewing all of its contents.
“Nice to know.” He must not have heard me because he walks away without another word.
My body sags against my restraints. The room spins around me, making me think I hit my head harder than I thought. I probably need to stay awake, but my eyes are heavy, and I keep dozing off.
“You look like shit,” Eli says, his voice causing me to squeak and sit up straight. I didn’t hear him come in.
“Thanks to you. I can’t even tell you how fucking angry I am with you. You betrayed us, asshole.” My rage is overwhelming. My body feels like it’s on fire.
“Amara, just calm down. I didn’t do anything wrong. I promised to protect you, and none of that has changed, all right?” He sounds convinced, but I’m not. I know better. Reality rubbed away the naïve girl I was before.
“None of it changed, huh? This wasn’t a part of the plan. Why didn’t you tell us then? Does Enzo know where I am?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
“No. He will soon though. I’m assuming my cell should be ringing shortly.” Eli speaks nonchalantly as if I’m not being held captive by a deranged lunatic.
“Maybe you should’ve let him know about your changes before you just up and kidnapped me.” I’m exhausted. I want nothing more than for all of this to be over. I know I have to be strong, but I want to cave badly, I want to be weak… to curl up in a fetal position and cry.
“Shhh…” he says, gripping my chin hard. He tilts my face up and inspects me before running his thumb over my lip. Tears push behind my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.
Heavy footfalls fill the room, and when I look past Eli, Mack comes into view. Eli shoots me a warning glare. A look that says you say a fucking word, and it’s your death.
“Was she smarting off to you, too?” Mack asks with a sick smile on his face. “Because we can put her mouth to better use.”
“If you come near my mouth with your dick, I’ll chew it off.” I’m not sure I’m gonna make it through the next twenty-four hours without barfing numerous times. The man makes me sick.
“Yes. She’s defiant, isn’t she?” Eli’s voice turns cruel, and it’s as if a different person is standing in front of me.
“Very much. Lorenzo likes them sassy,” Mack says, licking his lips as if he can’t wait to take a bite out of me. “I like them sassy too but for a different reason. It’s more fun to break them like that. Fuck and beat the sass right out of them.”
“Enzo is gonna break along with her when he watches us destroy her. Speaking of, he should realize she’s missing real soon, if he hasn’t already. Prepare for him to come with guns blazing.” He laughs at his own joke, and Mack follows suit with happiness filling his facial features. What a sick bastard.
“It’s just you and me. The other men will be sticking around the outside to protect the building. We’ll know he’s here before he even steps foot on the premises.” Mack seems awfully sure of his plan. To me, it’s too early to be boasting.
“A little full of yourself, aren’t you?” I bait him. Eli’s simple glare turns into a full-on angry stare. Right, no, I don’t care if my mouth gets me hurt. I won’t go down without a fight.
“Bragging isn’t my specialty, princess…” The words roll off his tongue with ease. “But this time around, I am sure. I’ve planned this for years, sweetheart. I won’t fail, and you shall find out real soon when Lorenzo the King is brought to his knees to watch you bleed out.”
“You’re a fucking monster. A fucked up, psychotic asshole hell-bent on getting revenge, for what? Because you couldn’t have me? Because you weren’t born into the family? Tell me, Mack, what is it that pushed you over the edge? Did he fuck som—” My words are cut off as his hand comes down across my cheek. A burning sensation radiates through my face and down my cheek. My mind reels, as everything begins to spin again. I shouldn’t have said those things. I should’ve kept my mouth shut because now all I will be facing is death—the dark, ripping your fucking heart out kind of death.