Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
I stood over him. Loathing that he breathed. He had called her names. Screamed at her in public. In front of Stevie.
Hearing the words he’d said had sent a bolt of remorse through me. I’d wanted to make her the word he’d lashed out at her. I’d planned to make her my whore. Use her when I wanted her. Problem with that was, my cock only wanted her cunt now.
I had requested the flight attendant who had sucked my cock like a professional for the trip to Georgia. But her hands had felt wrong. She smelled wrong. Her voice was wrong. I had to tell her I’d changed my mind. I’d not gotten as far as unzipping my pants, and I knew it wasn’t happening. She even sat down on the sofa and opened her thighs to play with her cunt for me. The fact that it didn’t look like Branwen’s had annoyed me.
The dentist’s eyelids started to move. Then, his eyes opened, and he was looking up at me. There was a moment of confusion, then panic. I stood there as he scrambled to sit up, reaching for his cell phone that he’d left charging by his bed. But it was gone. Bane had pocketed it while I waited. When he realized there was no phone, he swung his gaze back to me.
“What the fuck do you want?” he shouted.
Bane moved up, grabbing his hair to jerk his head forward, and then Than tied on his gag to muffle the screams he was trying to make.
“Touch the gag and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes,” Bane warned him. When they both stepped back, his eyes looked frantically around the room. When he recognized Locke, I knew it because he began to try and move backward, as if he could push through the headboard behind him.
“Remember me?” Locke drawled.
The dentist tried talking, but his words were hard to make out. I was almost positive he’d said something about the police.
“You made the grave mistake of getting close to what is mine. You yelled at Branwen, called her names that no one gets to call her but me.” An evil smirk curled my lips. “She likes it when I slam my cock into her tight cunt. When I call her my pretty little whore, she gets off on it. Screams my name while her orgasm milks my load right out of me.”
His eyes flared with hate and jealousy, overtaking the fear.
“You made my little girl cry.” I shook my head and made a tsking sound. “No one does that,” I told him, taking another step closer.
He reached out a hand to hold me back, and I grabbed his forearm and twisted until the sound of the bone cracking sent a smile to my face. His muted wails only had me forcing the abnormal bend further while the continued snapping sent a balm over me.
He began to go limp, as if he might pass out from the pain, and I dropped his arm. He fell back, and his head bounced off the headboard, but his eyes remained opened.
“You didn’t touch her, so you get to live. This is your only warning. If you are caught within a thirty-mile radius of Branwen or Stevie, I will hang you up by your wrists and slice you into pieces while you bleed out.”
I closed in on him, wrapping my hand around his neck and squeezing. “And if you tell the police, I’ll know within minutes, and you won’t see another sunrise.”
Tears ran down until the cloth, jammed in his mouth and wrapped around his head, soaked them up. He was trembling from not only fear, but also the injury to his arm, which, I was sure, was breathtakingly painful. He wouldn’t be able to fix any teeth for a while.
I grabbed the cloth tied around his head and tore it off.
He let out a gasp.
“Go ahead and scream. See how long I let you live,” I taunted him, wanting him to make that mistake.
“Ah, Linc, now, you’re just trying to get him to give you a reason to kill him,” Hale said from the other side of the room.
“Sh-she was my fiancée,” he stammered.
“That was a lapse in judgment,” I replied. “One she corrected.”
“Wh-why ar-are you do-doing this? You barely know he-her.”
I grinned. “That’s where you’re wrong. She was mine long before she was with you.”
Forty-One
Linc
Luther was sitting at the table, drinking from his cup of coffee, while holding Maui. My gaze swung from him to Jayda, who looked surprised to see me. She must not have gotten the memo that I was back.
“Good morning,” she said. “Wasn’t expecting you. I’ll get your breakfast going. Let me finish these up real quick before Stevie comes down.”
“Oh yeah, Linc is back,” Luther drawled over his cup.