Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Her body freezes under my touch.
“But when I’m done … you will be mine.”
She takes a short breath, still gazing into nothingness as she says, “Yes.”
Such a simple word for such a significant choice.
Even now, after everything I’ve done, she’d still let me be her justice.
I smile against her ear. “That’s my girl.”
Crystal
He wants to risk his life by going back in there and kill them … for me?
Even though I longed so much for him to die, the prospect of it actually happening makes it hard to continue breathing.
His, forever more, if he survives. My father’s slayer, a tool for revenge.
And I just said yes.
When I turn around, he throws off his jacket to reveal a godly amount of guns and knives all tucked away neatly, and the second he pulls them out, Caleb’s eyes begin to twinkle.
“Fuck, I’m so goddamn ready to split them open,” Caleb grits, and he pulls out his pocket knives. “Let’s go butcher some animals.”
The guard watching us does a double take, but Blaine pulls his katana out of his umbrella and, with one fell swoop, cuts the head off his body.
My eyes widen at the sight of the blood spraying around.
They run inside and screams erupt from the auction room.
BANG!
BANG!
Shots are fired left and right, and I peer in through the door opening to see what they’re doing, too curious to back away. Caleb and Blaine are killing guards that pour in from all sides, thrusting their weapons into their abdomens like they’ve done it a million times before, while Ares guts the men bidding on me one by one, slicing them open from their abdomens to their necks.
Suddenly, one of the guards comes out of a room near the exit, blocking my only way out. I make a fist and punch him in the face, but it doesn’t seem to faze him.
His eyes look murderous. “You bitch!”
Shit, I don’t have anything to defend myself.
I run into the main chamber where bullets ricochet against the walls.
The guard grabs my arm, and I shriek. “You’re not going anywhere, bitch!”
Ares’s gaze fixates on me, the rage on his face nothing I’ve ever seen before as he aims and shoots.
BANG!
The guard who grabbed me drops to the floor, blood pouring from his forehead.
Ares rushes over to me, despite the fact that the auctiongoers are bolting all over the area. He pulls out one of his guns and pushes it into my hand. “Use it. You know how, little rose.”
I gulp and nod, and he softly pecks me on the forehead before he walks off like it was nothing … even though I can still feel the kiss searing into my skin.
One. Two. Three. One after the other is put down with a knife to the throat or a shot in the head like he’s crushing ants under his boots. All while Caleb and Blaine are counting which one of them killed more guards.
“Fifteen!” Blaine yells.
“Liar, I threw that knife at him!” Caleb says. “Fourteen.”
Blaine cuts through a guard coming up behind Caleb and says, “Fifteen now, darling. Better catch up.”
“You motherf—” Caleb growls and he chucks his knife at one of the men at the auction attempting to flee through the exit. “Happy now?”
From the corner of my eye, I spot three guards together with the woman who sold me sneak off into a hidden door behind a cabinet, along with several of the people I was in a cell with, all forced to walk with a gun aimed at their backs.
Oh God. I have to save them.
“The others! We have to save them!” I shriek, trying to get the boys’ attention.
But they’re far too busy murdering the men who have tried to keep us chained.
I rush to the cabinet, desperate to take the life she wanted to take from me, but when I open the hidden door, she’s gone.
There’s a secondary exit from the building at the end of a long hallway.
A secret route.
And the woman along with all the girls are nowhere to be seen.
Fuck.
I’m too late.
“You little shit—” A guard comes up behind me, and I turn around and shoot. The bullet enters his stomach and goes out the other end, and I step back as he groans and nearly falls on top of me.
With bloodied hands, he pulls out a gun and aims at me, but before he can shoot, I hold the gun over his head and finish him off. Blood sprays everywhere, but I don’t give a shit anymore as I stand on top of the corpse of the man who has kept me a prisoner in a cold, harsh cell.
His death is on my hands, and my God … does it feel good.
Ares was right; death does become me.
Even if I can’t save the others, at least I can make these fuckers pay for putting their hands on us.