Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
His anger was already building and none of what was happening on screen even involved Sapphire.
Yet.
But it was coming and he knew he was going to be pissed.
The pulse in his temples began to pound as they watched Saint manhandle Cherish, ripping her dress when he yanked it off one shoulder. He continued to assault her by grabbing one of her exposed breasts and pressing his hips against hers to pin her to the wall.
Even on the damn recording, he could see the whites of her eyes. The woman was scared to death. And she had every right to be. The biker was almost twice her size and, unfortunately, she didn’t have the strength to fight him off.
The fact was, men like him wanted a fight. The thrill was in the struggle, fear and domination.
Despite that, she remained frozen where she stood.
Rez’s heart pounded in his ears and his lips curled into a snarl. That motherfucker was going to do something there was no coming back from…
And because of that, the man just signed his death warrant.
He was on the same path as T-Bone. If the prospect wasn’t dead already.
When it got to the point where he tore her dress even more, Cherish finally snapped out of her frozen state of fear and began to struggle against him.
She clawed at him to get free. Thrashed her head. Squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth.
Even though the cameras weren’t wired for sound, Rez could hear her screams in his head.
He could hear her fear and panic.
Her crying.
Her begging and pleading.
Once Saint got her dress pulled up to her hips and was reaching for his zipper, the door to his office crashed open.
Rez had no fucking clue if the asshole hadn’t locked it, or if Sapphire kicked in the door. Either way, it didn’t matter. She rushed in to rip Saint off Cherish, yelling at him. Then she yelled something at Cherish.
What that something consisted of was easy to figure out. The dancer scrambled to escape as Sapphire kept Saint occupied.
She was in his face screaming, her body language unmistakable. Fury filled her face. Her arms swung wildly. Her shoulders were rigid. Her eyes intense.
She was so angry, she didn’t realize the danger she had put herself in.
Or she simply didn’t care.
The woman was seeing nothing but red.
But it was when she used both hands to shove Saint hard, Rez’s lungs seized and he wanted to scream at her to get out of there. Even though everything he was seeing was already done and over with and it was too late to stop any of it.
However, he didn’t know the outcome. Not yet.
Instead, it continued to play out before him, torturing the fuck out of him because he was helpless to step in. Helpless to protect her.
Helpless to take that fucker down.
He could do nothing when, as if in slow motion, Saint’s arm cocked back and using all the power he had, it swung forward in a blur as he backhanded Sapphire, almost knocking her off her feet.
Murmurs, curses and shouts rose from behind him, but he still couldn’t pull his attention from the screen.
Get out of there, Sapphire.
Get the fuck out of there.
He couldn’t even say a fucking word because his teeth were clenched so tightly his jaws had locked.
His fingers curled tightly into fists. He wanted to reach through the monitor and punch that motherfucker in the throat, knock him down to the ground and stomp on him until the man was no longer recognizable.
With a hand held to her cheek and her mouth still moving, Sapphire faced Saint head-on. Not backing down, not running out of the office, not curling up into a ball.
For fuck’s sake, this woman should’ve retreated when she had the chance.
The second she lunged for him, “Jesus fucking Christ!” exploded from him.
He repeated it again when Saint reached under his cut and pulled something from the small of his back.
All the blood drained from his face when a gun appeared in his hand.
Was he going to fucking shoot her? “Get the fuck out of there before he kills you!”
If anyone else was saying anything, he couldn’t hear them. He could hear nothing but his racing thoughts.
As Saint lifted the weapon, Rez realized the biker wasn’t going to shoot her, he was going to pistol whip her.
He was going to beat her with his fucking gun!
Before the gun came down to strike her, she bared her teeth and lunged for him again, scratching his face with her long nails.
When he almost lost his grip on the gun, she tried to take it from him. As they fought over it, Rez hoped like fuck the safety was still engaged so she wasn’t accidentally shot.
When it tumbled to the ground, they both lunged for it.
But instead of either getting it, she kicked it away, ripped off one of her platform shoes and began to beat him about the head and face.