Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I frowned in confusion again and bit my lip. There was a problem with their plan. I was a loyal member of the Bloody Royals, and I would never let what the Hollands have worked so hard to build go down the drain.
“But I’m alive,” I told him, looking up at him. I wasn’t grasping this part. “It doesn’t make sense that they keep me alive. Nicholas has to know that the second I found out about this, I would go back and shit would hit the roof.”
Travis ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Which is why they sent you with me. They kill me, then they kill you. It’s as simple as that. I’ve got access to things they want but have never been able to get. It’s one reason your dad hated me.”
There was still Amy, though. Where did she fit into this picture? Why would Nicholas send Amy with us?
“What about Amy?” I asked him.
Travis sighed. “Babe, use that pretty little head God gave you.” I scowled at him. “You and Amy are like sisters. You two would do anything in the world for each other. Nicholas knows that Amy would back you up with any choice you made, therefore, she’s a problem for him, too.”
That was really fucked up considering she was his blood, his only daughter. I had always known Nicholas was fucked up in the head, but this was something else entirely to me, especially since he tried his best to remain a part of her life growing up.
Was power really more important than family?
I sighed and laid back on the bed. “This is a fucking mess,” I muttered. “What in the hell are we going to do?”
Travis smirked – the most devilish smirk I had ever seen on his face. “If there’s one thing me and you are good at, baby, it’s handling shit. That’s exactly what we’re going to do. None of those bastards are going to get what they want.”
16
Travis was busy trying to get whatever information he could on the Bloody Royals’ plan to kill all of us, which left me to sit in the living room, scrolling through the channel guide on the TV. It was just me, Leanne – who still hadn’t left – Amy, and Grace at the house. Amy and Grace were in the kitchen cooking, and I had been alone until just a moment ago when Leanne decided to welcome herself into my presence, which was really beginning to irk my nerves. I had nothing to say to her, but I could practically hear the gears turning in her head as she contemplated what to say to me.
“You know, I never meant to hurt Travis.” Leanne finally spoke up.
I glanced over at her and then back at the TV. I really didn’t want to hear what she had to say. What she had done was now done, and there was nothing she could do to change it. Travis was a mentally unstable person – I knew that – and she should have tried to help him instead of running away.
But maybe I was also just a different kind of woman.
It didn’t matter, though. I didn’t care to hear her sob story.
“Travis and I had a sadist-masochist relationship in the bedroom. It was his way of releasing all of the pent-up anger inside of him. At least, that’s what I thought it was. He was always a really sweet and kind boyfriend outside of the bedroom, but inside of it, he was like a monster that was just ready to be unleashed. If it weren’t for his face, I honestly wouldn’t have thought it was Travis I was having sex with,” she admitted softly.
As much as I hated it, I was actually sort of interested in what she had to say. I had heard Travis’s side, but I had never heard hers. I turned towards her and crossed my legs, showing her that she had my interest. She sighed and ran a hand through her blonde hair.
“Our relationship eventually became scary, even outside of the bedroom. Our dominant and submissive relationship was shown to everyone, and I hated it so much. He publicly humiliated me, and he would randomly hurt me as if we were in private. Eventually, the only time he wanted anything to do with me was when he wanted sex. So, I gave myself to him the only time he was willing to take me. I thought it was my only option if I wanted to be with him.”
“That doesn’t explain why you ran off like you did,” I told her. That was the only part of this story of hers I wanted to hear. I still blamed her for what she did, blamed her for not helping him. Travis had issues, and he wasn’t capable of overcoming them himself.