Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
IN THE DARK
JUDAH
Two weeks later
When the paperwork first arrived I didn’t think anything of it, but when I opened the email, I realised there’s much more to our little princess than meets the eye.
With all the shit that’s gone down in the past few weeks, I expected there to be no more secrets between us. But now I’ve discovered there’s another small one she conveniently forgot to mention…unless she really didn’t recognise him, but deep down, I don’t believe that. There’s no way she didn’t remember the face of the man she fucked only three years ago. Even the thought of it sends me into a raging fit. But I tamp it down.
For now, I need to focus on the task at hand, and it has nothing to do with Brielle. Her father, yes, but not her.
Brielle is strong. More so than we all imagined. My father taught me to read people, yet I failed to see the truth behind those pretty fucking eyes—more so than I have with anyone else before. I didn’t think it would come to this, but now I know the whole truth, I realise I was right all along. I should have trusted my instincts. I’m glad I got to watch her make her first kill, though. I didn’t think she’d be able to do it, but she surprised us all. It was refreshing to see.
We’re still searching for Saviatti. Emilio nearly had him, but he escaped with the help of his connections. We’ll find the bastard. He sent those arseholes into my world and they fucked it up completely. Brielle’s and Kai’s injuries weren’t serious. It’s clear these arseholes have no idea how to aim, and I’m thankful for that.
I didn’t expect to want to save her, protect her, as much as I do. Even though she’s to marry me, I never thought I could feel anything for her. But she’s burrowed her pretty little hands into my chest and gripped my heart.
This isn’t love.
It’s far more volatile than that.
It’s a dark obsession. I want to see her crying and begging for me to fuck her. There’s no denying the chemistry between the four of us when we fuck, but tonight will be different.
Before I even consider going to her, to them, I need to sort this shit out. I walk into the dungeons and find the captured bastard bound to a chair.
It’s been a long while since I was allowed to play with knives. And when I pick up my favourite blade, I smile as his eyes widen.
“Look, Judah, I don’t know anything about what Marco was doing,” he tells me as fear drips from his words. “If I did, I would have come to you. You know me. You’ve known me for years. I wouldn’t defect on you,” he’s spouting lies. I can see them written all over his face. I don’t think he’ll be making it out of here alive, which is fine—for me at least.
“I’m not concerned about Marco right now. I need to know about Saviatti.” I take a step towards him, and I notice him flinch, right before he tips his head in fake confidence.
I know it’s all an act. We’re taught how to protect ourselves, how to hide things, how to counterattack with both words and actions.
“I don’t know where he is.”
“You know that’s a lie,” I throw back as I place the tip of steel right between his legs. “If you continue to lie to me, I’m going to have to do something drastic.” I twist the knife handle, causing the weapon to cut through the thick, denim material of his jeans.
He shakes his head, but I know he’s hiding shit from me. I can see it written all over his face. When people lie, they are far too obvious. Even him, a trained fucking assassin. He’s no match for me.
“He’s not anywhere near here,” he spews as he tries to show off his false bravado that does nothing but annoy me.
Rolling my eyes, I chuckle. “Oh, I know he isn’t. But you know where he is. So perhaps you should come clean.”
“I’m here on another job. It has nothing to do—”
I push the knife in further, causing it to slice through flesh. Blood spurts from the wound, and the sound of an agonised scream echoes in my ears.
“See, now look what you made me do,” I tell him as I smile.
Perhaps I’m a psychopath—I seem to be enjoying this just a little too much. It’s been far too long since I let myself go. Over the weeks Brielle’s been here, she’s softened me. I need to find myself again.
Here he is… the crazy fucking psycho who likes to cut people up. I pull the knife from the dick of my captive, and I press it to his lips.