Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I look up at him and smile. “Of course,” I finally say. My head is clear once more. Whatever shit she pulled on me, it’s gone. I can see again. “She will die, no matter what.”
Hawk looks at me skeptically, and I know he’s trying to figure out what happened. I can’t explain it. I’ve never once said the word and yet, she dragged it out of me.
“I want her in the basement. Feed her, give her water, or juice, whatever, but I don’t want her in our space. She’s not ready,” I inform him. “Keep her down there for a few days as we needle our way into her mind. I wanted to do this faster, but we need to take our time with her.”
“What about Falcon?”
“I don’t give a shit what Falcon wants,” I bite out, frustration taking a hold of me. I fist my hands and release them to calm the tension coursing through me. She’s only been here for one fucking day and already I’m losing my shit.
“Okay.” Hawk’s sigh is loud and fucking clear. I’m not changing my mind. The plan was to bring her here, to show her what a monster her father is, and then, to lure him right into our trap.
One thing didn’t make sense when the cases were being investigated, and it had to do with Lucille. I’m not sure what they were hiding, but the cops seemed to have had more intel than they were giving us. When I asked Falcon to look into it, he couldn’t find anything. It’s been buried, and it’s been buried fucking deep.
Sitting back, I listen to the sounds of the house, my focus is shot to hell now. Hawk’s deep rumble travels down the hall to my office followed by the biting tone of our prisoner. She’s a handful in more ways than one. I don’t see them pass by which means he’s taken her down to the basement. We’ll have to keep her down there for a while. She’s too fucking fired up to be up here. I don’t need her breaking our shit.
I have a feeling she will throw a tantrum if left to her own devices. I shut my eyes and lean my head against the soft leather of my chair. A picture of her fills my mind, and those slight curves of smooth flesh make me groan. I want to run my fingertips over her skin before I slide my blade over the same trail.
The only part of her I haven’t seen is her pretty cunt. I don’t doubt it’s beautiful, like the fucking rest of her. God how I want to see her bleed. To watch crimson rivulets dot every inch of her would be nothing short of euphoric.
Not only because I love playing with blood, tasting it, feeling it against me when I’m fucking a woman. But also because it will ensure she suffers pain while I bestow pleasure on her.
By the time we’re done with her, she’ll crave us. She’ll beg us not to end her life. But the road to that day will be an uphill battle.
“Crow,” Falcon’s voice drags me from my thoughts, and I open my eyes to find him at my door. “We have something.” He enters, holding a printout which he sets in front of me the moment he gets to my desk.
I scan the document he’s set in front of me and every drop of blood currently racing through my veins turns to ice. My fist crunches the page as I glance up to find Falcon looking at me as if he’s going to have to fight me on this. Confidence sparks in his eyes.
“She’s going to die,” I tell him without flinching. Earlier, I had my doubts. I thought perhaps I was wrong, it only lasted for a second or two, but it happened. When I said sorry to her. But after this, there is no more apologies. “The plan is on, and I don’t give a shit what anyone says.”
“I’m with you,” he tells me. I’ve seen Falcon angry; I’ve seen him hurt, but I’ve never seen him like this before. I’m usually the one to fly off the handle, but this time, I have a feeling Falcon is going to be the one to start our plan. He’s going to set it in motion, and he’s going to enjoy every fucking moment. “Do we tell Hawk?”
“Tell me what?”
We both snap our gazes to our brother, and I realize we need to tell him the truth of what we have found. There is no more running away. I wish we didn’t have to do this. It’s going to break him. But he needs to know.
“Falcon found something.” My voice is low, controlled, as I slide the crumpled page over my desktop. I let the cards fall where they may.