Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Who’s first?” one of the guys said.
“Me,” the other said. “I’m gonna yank out more of that hair.” His knees hit the mattress behind me, and he grabbed my jeans and underwear and tugged them over my ass to expose my bare flesh.
“No!” I tried to wiggle free, tried to bounce against the mattress so I could get to my knees. “Bastien will kill you. He’ll fucking kill you!”
Another grabbed me by the back of the hair and forced my mouth open to shove the barrel of his gun inside, his finger hot on the trigger. “Move, and my finger might slip.” His eyes were so vicious that I had no other choice but to believe him.
All I could do was breathe, the metal of the gun right against the inside of my mouth. The mattress shifted and moved as the guy dropped his pants so he could fuck me on that dirty excuse for a bed.
I knew Bastien wasn’t coming.
Not soon enough to stop this.
The tears started when I heard him spit on his hand.
I’d chosen to be with Bastien despite the risks, and now I was paying for that decision. A wiser woman would have chosen a nice guy with a nine-to-five, a guy who lived an unremarkable but safe life.
But I’d chosen this—and now I would be raped for it.
“What the hell is this?” A voice that sounded like Bastien’s but was distinctly not his boomed through the warehouse.
The guy with the gun in my mouth turned to look but kept the gun in place.
The guy on top of me went still. His dick was probably out and hard and ready to go.
I couldn’t move my head because I was afraid I would make the gun go off, but I looked up to see the man I recognized from the wedding, six-two with blond hair and blue eyes, a leaner version of Bastien but with the same ruthless aura.
Bastien said Godric hated him…but how much?
Enough to let this happen to me? Enough to do it himself?
He didn’t look at me but looked at the rest of the guys who surrounded me, the ones who were waiting their turn. “Get the gun out of her mouth.”
The man hesitated before he followed orders, slowly taking the gun away from my tongue.
When it was gone, I could breathe normally, but I hyperventilated, nonetheless.
Godric quickly pulled out his gun from the back of his jeans and shot the guy in the head.
He collapsed on the concrete beside me, the gun still in his hand.
I gave a quiet scream before he shot the guy who was on top of me, the one who was about to shove his dick inside me.
There seemed to be a commotion behind me, the sound of guns being drawn. But Godric was fast, somehow shooting them all dead with a single handgun.
I continued to pant, my wrists still bound, my bare ass out there for the world to see.
He returned the gun to his jeans and pulled out a knife from his pocket before he kneeled down and cut me free.
I got up so fast, pulled up my pants like my life depended on it, and then stared at the man who had almost raped me. Blood pooled around him on the floor, but he still breathed like he was alive.
I picked up the gun from the floor and pointed it right at his face before I fired.
And I fired again and again, kept squeezing the trigger until the gun was out of bullets. And then I threw the gun at his head before I released a scream. “Motherfucker!”
Godric watched me, his blue eyes so identical to his brother’s that he had nearly the same expression, could replicate the same seriousness and intensity. He didn’t come near me and kept his distance. All he did was watch me scream and cry, watch me pick up other guns that still had bullets and shoot the man who had tried to violate me until he didn’t have a head anymore—until he was just a pile of brains on the floor.
19
BASTIEN
The shootout continued—and then the guys pulled out the rockets.
“This is about to go nuclear,” Luca said.
“Where is the Foreign Legion?” I barked.
“I don’t know,” Luca said. “Maybe Ivan has another force they have to get through to reach us.”
I was about to be blown into pieces, and Fleur…she was on her own.
I couldn’t fail her. I fucking couldn’t. “I promised her…”
All Luca could do was flash me a look of sympathy that barely lasted a second before he had to focus on reality again. “We get through this, then we go for her. We’ve got to head to the bunker.”
“If we head to the bunker, then we’ll be fish in a barrel,” I snapped. “I’m dying with a bullet to my face, not my back.”