Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 36950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
I didn't answer, just stared at him with barely controlled rage flowing through my veins. My hands had formed fists at my sides, and I had to force myself to stay calm.
"I didn't make anything difficult," I finally said. "You're the one kidnapping innocent young women."
"Me?" Peterson laughed out loud, managing to piss me off even more. "I could say the same for you, Windsor, and I would have a willing witness to support this statement."
"Violet would never say that," I hissed.
"Oh, she would." He shrugged as if he didn't have a care in the world. "But I suppose you never really knew her, did you, Windsor? I learned more about the girl while driving her to the bus stop than you did all these years. I can't help but feel sorry for you, old sport."
"You're going to pay for this. Now." I was done holding back. I allowed the red mist to take over, descending my fury upon Peterson. I fully anticipated his thugs to stop me, and was ready to fight them off, but what I didn't see coming was Georgia throwing herself at me, clawing at my face.
"Let go of him, you bastard!" she screamed at the top of her voice. "First my sister, now my husband? What is wrong with you, Devlin, you fucking jerk?"
"Calm down," I demanded, grabbing her by the wrists firmly, but gently and glaring at Peterson. "Control your woman."
He merely smirked, but Georgia wasn't nearly done yet. She kept cursing, going at me like an enraged cat, trying to scratch my face, all the while spewing her vitriol.
"You tried to make my little sister your own personal whore! You tried to force her into a compromising position so she had no choice but to obey you!"
"Yeah?" I asked calmly. "And where were you through all of this, big sister? Did you try to help her?"
"Fuck you," she snarled. "You always hated us! You hated my entire family, you wanted to see us go down since the beginning! All of this was just some... sick revenge ploy to get back at us! Just admit it, Devlin! You're so hung up on revenge you're ready to use an innocent, eighteen-year-old girl just to get vengeance!"
As she spewed insult after insult at me, I finally began to realize just how wrong she was. I didn't want revenge. Yes, I had my beef with the Cabots, but it wasn't about that with Violet, maybe never had been. I wanted her as a woman, as a partner, as a plaything.
And I was going to get her back, even if it was over her sister's dead body.
I let go of her wrists and she began slamming her fists over my body again. I could barely feel the pain. There was only one thing on my mind.
I wanted Connor's blood. I wanted to hurt him for his lies and betrayal.
Before I could tell Georgia just how wrong she was by putting all the blame on me, a heavy thud sounded against the back of my head. I saw stars, the world dancing before my eyes in bright, exploding colors.
"Fuck," I muttered, clutching my head as I stumbled back. Two strong pairs of arms grabbed me, nearly lifting me off the ground. The guards had attacked me, unprovoked, when I was least expecting it. "Get your filthy hands off of me, you fucking goons! Don't you know who I am?"
"You're nobody here," Peterson snarled at me as I was lifted off my feet, carried out of the house and tossed on the gravel outside. My head was still pounding and I groaned, attempting to pick myself up unsuccessfully. Peterson followed his thugs outside, staring at me on the ground with barely held-back glee on his round face. "You're done here, Windsor. Get the hell off my property."
"Not before you give her back." The words took all my strength and I sputtered when one of the muscular guards kicked me in the stomach. They were going to fucking pay for this, all of them. "I want my Violet back, and I want her back now."
"Get out of my face," Peterson said with disgust. He took a long, patronizing look at me before spitting in my face. I glared back, wiping off his disgusting saliva. "Good fucking riddance, Windsor."
With those words, he walked away, leaving me sprawled out on the ground.
"We'll see who gets rid of who," I called out after him, still on the ground. "When I'm done with you-"
I didn't get to finish my sentence. One of the guards kicked his steel-tipped boot in my face, and then everything went dark.
Four
Violet
At some point, I stopped feeling the pain. Everything was just numb.
My wrists bled a couple of times when I twisted against the ropes and it felt like the fibers had been fused with my scabs. I used to be able to tell that my feet were dragging the floor, but I wasn’t even sure I even had toes anymore. My muscles were so weak that they couldn’t function anymore.