Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
He’d been going at this for the past twenty minutes. I was fucking exhausted, delirious, and I couldn’t string together a coherent thought. Whatever he’d given me had knocked me on my ass. I had no energy to fight him. I could barely keep my eyes open. And every time I shut them, Trouble’s death played on repeat in my mind like a horror movie.
I was still trying to convince myself it was a dream, but I knew it wasn’t. The blood was still on his shoes, and the truth was written in his eyes. He was a fucking lunatic, and there was no doubt in my mind he was the same man who attacked me outside of the Rio.
He pulled my limp body from the water, and I slumped against the unfinished floor, gasping for breath. I didn’t know how much longer this would go on for. I just wanted it to end. I just wanted Huck.
When I closed my eyes, I saw his face. All I wanted to do was save him, but I’d walked right into a trap, and now we were both fucked. I would probably die in this old warehouse, and he would go to prison for something he didn’t do. Hopelessness sank into my chest like a lead weight, threatening to drown me.
“Answer me!” Brentwood kneeled over my body and squeezed my throat until my eyes bulged. “You fucked him, didn’t you?”
It was the same question he’d asked me several times already, but he’d never given me the opportunity to answer. Regardless of his persistence, it was obvious he didn’t really want to know. In some warped fantasy in his mind, Brentwood believed he had a claim to me. And I’d finally figured out why.
“I know who you are,” I sputtered between breaths as I rolled over onto my back and stared up at him.
His eyes smoldered, and a flicker of hope ignited in his expression as he leaned down and pinched my face in his fingers. “Who am I, Birdie?”
“You’re the sick motherfucker who came to my room three nights a week and promised to save me while you fed your twisted perversion.”
His grip on my face tightened as his nostrils flared. “I was going to save you, but you ran away. After everything I did for you, you just left.”
“Everything you did for me?” I stared at him in disbelief. “You sicken me. I never wanted to look at you or smell you again.”
“You don’t mean that.” He shook his head, completely lost to his delusion. “You waited for me. You never slept with anyone else.”
“Didn’t I?” I smiled at him through bloody teeth. “I washed you off me and never looked back. And to answer your question, I did fuck Ace. I fucked him every chance I got. He’s in me now. He’s a part of me like you’ll never be—”
He fisted a handful of my hair and slammed my head down into the floor so hard it felt like he’d shattered my entire skull. My face was still vibrating when he left me lying there in a heap, regretting my decision to lash out at him.
“I’m going to make your life a living hell,” he snarled. “You filthy fucking whore. You want to fuck around on me? I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
His phone rang, interrupting his rant, and he answered with a snarl. The conversation was one-sided, but I gathered he was needed elsewhere, which could either be really good or really bad for me. His eyes pierced through me as he seemed to debate his response, and then he answered. “Yeah, I’ll be there in thirty.”
Before he even hung up, he was unzipping his pants. The audible click of the line going dead sealed my fate as he approached me, his limp dick falling out of his briefs when he tugged them down and grabbed a handful of my hair.
“Suck.”
“I would rather die,” I spat.
He removed his revolver, pressing it beneath my jaw. “That could be arranged.”
“Then fucking do it!” I screamed. “I’ll never take you willingly.”
The disgusting fuck pistol-whipped me and fisted himself, trying to beat off as he watched me writhe in pain. But it wasn’t working. He couldn’t get hard.
“I can’t even look at you,” he sneered.
“Yeah because I’m all grown up now,” I heaved the words from my bloody lips.
He knelt beside me again and brought the gun back to my throat, dragging it up to my jaw.
“You weren’t supposed to grow up. You’ve ruined everything.” I closed my eyes as he forced one of my hands onto the gun and manipulated my finger against the trigger. “You’ll be so much prettier with your brains splattered all over the concrete.”
My breaths came hard and fast, but I refused to beg. That was what he wanted, what he needed, but I wouldn’t validate his power. Until my dying breath, I would only think of the man I loved. With Huck in my heart and my mind, nobody else could ever hurt me. Nobody else could ever touch what we had. Even in death, he would own me.