Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“Waiting for you.” He grips my arm roughly, spinning my back to his front and pulling me close to him.
“Let me go,” I command, but he doesn’t. I try to kick him as I go to scream, but his hand comes over my mouth. Suddenly, I lose consciousness. “Domani,” I sigh as everything goes dark.
****
“This bitch better not die. I want her to make it until I get my money,” Torres complains. She’s in on it too? Who are they working for, and where are they taking me? I keep my eyes closed even though my ears are open. Fuck, my head’s still spinning. What did he give me? We hit a bump, and I swallow the groan. I need to find a way to get out of this vehicle, but I can feel we’re moving at a high rate of speed.
“Do you think he’s going to pay us even though she’s used goods?” he asks. Fuck that prick.
“He wants her anyway, even if she’s ruined.” I wish I carried a gun because I could save myself. Hell, it would have been wise to have my phone on me, but no—I had to throw it at the wall, smashing it.
“She’s married to him, though,” John sounds so fucking disgusted by that fact. “He doesn’t know that she fucking masturbated with Bianchi’s name on her lips. No one knows. Even Bianchi with his cameras in her room didn’t know it,” John remarks with a chuckle. I didn’t realize he could hear me. I hold back a gasp. God, Domani has no boundaries.
“How could he not know if he has cameras in there?” That’s something I want to know as well.
“Because he didn’t install them until recently, and as if she knew, she didn’t call out his name anymore.”
“Well, that’s only a problem until Domani Bianchi is dead—which is only a matter of time.” God, I want to rip her hair out and beat her to death. If I make it out of this alive, heads will roll. I may lose the love of my life because he hates me, but I’ll never be anyone’s victim.
“Yeah, he’s going to kill anyone who gets in his way,” John adds, sending chills through my body.
“This guy is nuts,” Torres says, sounding nervous about whoever is paying them.
“That he is, but he’s paying us a fortune and we can skip town after.” Who would pay a fortune for me? I’m hot, but not like insanely beautiful to the point that someone would go through all this. Hell, this is the second motherfucker in a week to risk his life to steal me from Domani.
“Let’s get her to him and get our money, babe.” So they’re a couple.
The vehicle comes to a stop, and John cuts the engine. I pretend to be still out cold when the back door opens and John lifts me over his shoulder. I feel the wind on my face as if we’re in a field or something. Then I hear a plane flying extremely close. Shit. Are we at an airport? I don’t know how long I was out, so I can’t even guess which airport they took me to. Damn it.
We’re still on the ground, but now the wind has stopped.
“You’ve got her. Why the fuck is she unconscious?” The voice echoes, making me guess we’re in a hangar. “She better be okay.” I know that deep Irish accent anywhere. Fuck, it’s Peter Delaney, Cormack’s brother.
“She started to scream so we gave her the dose you told us to use,” John explains.
“Damn it, my sweet girl, I’ll take care of you.”
“Where’s our money? We need to skip town before the Bianchis find us.” The two shots startle me. I see and hear their bodies fall. Several other sets of footsteps shuffle into action.
“So you are now awake, my beauty. I took out the trash. You can’t hire good help. Let me get you inside.” He has a freakishly strong grip on me as I try to push out of his arms.
“What are you doing? Why?” I question, looking up at the scary brute.
“You should have been mine. I’ve been trying for two years to claim you, but they kept you well protected. It only took the right people willing to turn on your father and that fucking scum you married. I know you didn’t have a choice, so I forgive you for your infidelity, but don’t think I’ll let you whore around on me again.” I shiver internally as I fight the revulsion building in me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Peter. You and I were never meant to be together,” I say as if that’s going to make him see reason.
“I’ve been trying to get with you since we met in Ireland, but I had a wife to dispose of. Then, that piece of shit made an agreement with your father. I tried to take you once, but that didn’t work out and I was almost caught. It seems you’re a man-eater, Aria, my sweet. Several men have died trying to take you. However, this time I’ve got you, and they can’t get you back.”