Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
It was a force field of pure survival instinct mixed with a healthy dose of fuck you to everyone and everything except the two people I’d always held dear in my life; mom and dad. Maybe it was their influence and constant support that had held the beast in check. Kept him from going total berserker, who knows. Whatever it was, I owed whatever humanity I had left to them. Everyone else was fucked. Especially Mallory Ashton.
She may have moved on with her neat little life, put me out of her mind for necessity’s sake or whatever the fuck it took to let her sleep at night, but I’ll never forget it. Not until I’ve gotten my pound of flesh. She was the only thing standing between me, and complete sanity.
The only thing in my life that needed to be eviscerated so that I could put this all behind me and move the fuck on. I’ll never be able to put the stink of prison behind me, there will always be a black mark on my soul because of her, but so long as I got some of my own back I could move on. That little girl owes me and I aim to collect.
4
I walked out of prison a thirty-two year old man who’d lost way too much. That little investment dad had made had come through and I had more money now than I did when I went in, but I still didn’t like the trade off. I’d rather have died poor than go through what I had for all the riches in the world.
I hadn’t heard much from my cousin while I was away but I knew the business had taken off and was doing well according to my parents. I never had any reason to doubt him so I knew my money was there as well, and my name was on the papers as owner so I at least had that to come back to as far as work and something to keep me occupied.
My focus wasn’t on money though; it was on her and what I planned to do to her. The first thing I did once I got out was go see my folks and let them know I was okay, before lying to them about where I was gonna be for the next couple of months. I didn’t expect my little experiment in operation hell to take that long but I was giving myself breathing space.
I’d looked up the fiancé and found him to be an okay guy if rather nondescript. Not the kind of guy I’d imagined someone like her spending her life with. He was too clean cut, too, polished I guess is the word. She’d struck me more as the type to go for a jock, or at the very least someone more along the lines of the person I used to be. I mean why else had she come after me in the first place if he was her type?
I’m guns and tats and this guy looked like the sight of a needle would send him into a tizzy. He was also about the homeliest motherfucker I’d ever seen. Something else about this whole situation that made no sense. But since I cared fuck all about her happiness, I didn’t waste too much time trying to uncover the story behind their peculiar match.
They were both college grads with decent jobs making more than an okay living; that shit pissed me off too. It’s as if while my life went way-fucking wrong on account of her, hers had been all roses. What the fuck ever happened to karma?
The fiancé was one of those soft types who looked like he hugged trees and shit so I wasn’t worried about any interference from him. As far as I could tell, he’d never been in a fight a day in his life. Never been in any kind of trouble that I could find. One of those goody two shoes types. Too bad I was about to fuck him up the ass with a shovel. Guilty by association.
There was no time that I felt even a little bit guilty about what I had planned for her. When I was done her life will be fucked in more ways than mine, but I didn’t care. Where my suffering had an end, I meant to ensure that hers never did.
I’d sacrificed for my country, had put my life on the line time and again to keep my countrymen safe. I wasn’t about to let her or anyone else get away with fucking me over after all that I had done. She has no idea what she’d unleashed, no idea what was just around the corner or to be exact, right next door. As the saying goes, revenge is a dish best served cold.