Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Not gonna lie though, the past three days have flown by, solely because it’s been nothing but a fuck-fest in here. I’ve barely had a chance to come up for air.
Alex sleeps on the bed beside me, his big hand gently splayed across my bare thigh. Most nights, we’ve fallen asleep together, but tonight, my thoughts have run wild, and I couldn’t resist picking up the sketchpad to help channel the madness occupying my mind.
Almost every wild thought that has plagued my mind over the past few days has centered around the fact that the breathtaking man beside me is a killer. There’s blood on his hands, and I’m struggling with the fact that I’m willing to keep my mouth shut about it. Does that make me just as guilty? Is the blood of his victims now staining my hands for not handing him over to the police and giving their loved ones some form of justice?
God, I’m such a mess.
Placing my pencil and sketchpad down on the small table beside the bed, I fall back against the headboard, the guilt weighing me down. My gaze sails over Alex’s face as he sleeps, and when he’s like this, he appears so innocent. If I hadn’t seen his face on my security footage, I never would have figured out that it was him. He’s so clever, so sneaky, and when it comes to lying through his teeth, he doesn’t even flinch.
As I sit and watch him, stewing in my thoughts, I play with the cuff around my wrist. He switched it out for a more comfortable one with padding on the inside, kind of like the ones they use in mental hospitals. My fingers trail over it, mindlessly pulling at the binds when the old lock snaps right off.
My eyes widen, and I glance down at the cuff, barely able to believe what I’m seeing.
That didn’t really just fall off, did it?
My heart lurches in my chest, and my gaze immediately snaps toward Alex, making sure the slight drop of the cuff landing on the mattress between us hasn’t woken him.
Seeing he’s still sound asleep, my mind starts to race.
I’m free. I could run.
I could escape this crazy man beside me. I’ve been gone for three days, and after everything that Nat and I talked about in her apartment, I’m sure she’s already got Big Jim, the Grim Reapers, and the whole police department out searching for me.
Shit. The police.
I didn’t think about that. Is that going to set Alex off? Is he going to punish me for talking to Nat about it, or is he going to go straight to the source and hurt Nat for calling the cops? Fuck. I’ve been too scared to ask him about Viper, but if he were to hurt Nat, there’s no going back for me. That’s the one line I won’t allow him to cross. But if she has spoken to the police or the Grim Reapers, Alex is no longer safe.
The Grim Reapers aren’t going to let him get away with the murder of their Vice President. They’ll kill him without a second thought, and it will be brutal, but that’s assuming they get to him before the cops do. Otherwise, he’s about to spend the rest of his life behind bars.
I have to get out of here. I have to speak with Nat. Maybe I could tell her it was all a misunderstanding, that I took off on a spontaneous retreat to a spa in the middle of the night, leaving all my shit behind at her apartment.
She definitely wouldn’t believe me, but at least it would give her reason to pull back. Let’s be honest though, no matter how many times I tell her that Alex and I are together, she’ll never trust him, but she trusts me, and that’s got to count for something. If I tell her that I’m in love with him and explain the whole fear kink, she’ll come around much easier, but she’ll always be wary of him. As for the article stating he killed his mother . . . I have no idea what we’re going to do about that.
Trying to figure out my game plan, I glance around the room. Getting up and running out the door isn’t going to cut it with a machine like Alex. He’s proven time and time again just how strong and fast he is. I don’t stand a chance, but if I could somehow slip out of here silently, I might just make it. But what happens then? He’s going to find me, and he’ll be pissed that I ran, but it’s not as though he doesn’t enjoy the chase. After all, I’ve gotta keep things interesting in a relationship with a serial killer.
Goddamn. What is wrong with me?