Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 108119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
I prayed the closet would have clothes.
It didn’t.
I couldn’t walk around in a towel, and I knew he wasn’t the sort of guy, at least from what I could tell, who would be amused by it. If anything, he would probably ask me why I didn’t logically just wear a curtain or something.
I chewed my lower lip and made my way farther down the hall, stopping at another door and slowly opening it.
It smelled like him.
I walked in.
And gasped.
The room was absolutely phenomenal, it had a flat screen TV in the corner, a huge king-sized bed, a fireplace that nearly took up the whole wall, and an attached bathroom bigger than the one I’d just used. It was in dark navy and browns and it seemed to fit him so much better than the living room.
Not that I would know.
Right?
I was ready to leave when his closet caught my eye, the door was slightly ajar, and I could see clothes hanging, expensive clothes, no not clothes, suits, what looked like dozens of suits, some with price tags still on them.
Maybe he would have a tank top or something I could put on? Boxers? At this point, a suit would be fine, but it would probably get me killed.
Mind made up, I walked over to the closet door and flicked on the light.
The closet was massive. Almost as big as the room, and that was saying something.
Suits galore.
Expensive shoes.
Sunglasses had their own space in the middle of the room, where a table stood with a decanter of whiskey and crystal glasses.
A chandelier hung in the middle right above it.
How loaded was this guy?
I didn’t see normal clothes, street clothes, jeans, or anything that a normal person who looked my age would wear.
I did a small circle and spotted drawers in the corner. I pulled open the first and found a pair of boxers that felt soft and expensive. Then I opened the next to see nothing but white and gray T-shirts. I grabbed a gray one and prayed it was the right choice.
It was either this or the towel.
Maybe it was a test.
Maybe the last thing I would do would be putting on these boxers and that T-shirt.
I sighed, dropped the towel and did just that, and prayed I wasn’t wrong.
CHAPTER TEN
Andrei
“They have more guards out today,” Chase said in a bored voice.
The iron gate that led to where she used to live was locked up tight. Two men in suits stood behind the gate. I imagined they had guns with them, and I wondered how many men were still in that house waiting to be killed.
“You got in the first time.” I nodded to the gate. “What did you do? Just waltz in and say I’m Chase fucking Abandonato?”
“Something like that.” Chase held his Glock close to his face. “It was either shoot them all on sight including the dirty girl or make a trade. She was already half dead, but you know how Phoenix is. With his past he can’t—”
“I know.” I wanted him to stop talking about it. My past and Phoenix’s past were too identical for words.
Both of us raised by complete monsters who took joy in hurting women, only Phoenix was forced to break those women.
While I was forced to watch while my father did the honors.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Watch, son,” Alexander Petrov was a big man, the way he held the girl down, a girl who looked at me like I was her only saving grace when I was thinking of shooting her so she didn’t have to endure any longer while he fondled her breasts and laughed. “She’s used goods, won’t get a good price for this one.” He tore her shirt.
Bile rose in my throat.
His hands on her skin.
Her eyes locking on mine practically begging for death.
I pulled out my gun and fired two shots into her head.
I made it quick.
Blood splattered all over the small room, and my father jumped to his feet. “Son of a bitch! I was enjoying her!”
“You were suffocating her,” I said in a cold voice. “And yesterday her tests came back positive for syphilis, you want in on that or are you gonna say well done?”
He shuddered. “Syphilis, you say?”
“And God knows what else, she was a prostitute.” I’d alter the records later, wouldn’t be the first time. “Plus, I don’t like seeing half dead women get raped, there’s no pleasure in it when they don’t fight back, don’t you agree?”
His eyes flashed with an unholy gleam. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud to call you son.”
I gave him the dutiful smile I always did while I mentally wrapped my hands around his neck and strangled him.
Him… I would kill slowly.
“Hey!” Chase smacked me in the shoulder. “You still with me?”
“Let me go in alone.”