Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
The door slammed shut.
I looked up.
David, Blue, and the rest of our men had left.
Our enemies were now trussed up like Christmas presents for a sociopath. Each was naked, gagged, and bound securely with his hands behind his back. Even Giorgio’s man, Ciro wildly struggled against his binds that were now tied to a fourth beam.
“It’s time.”
Emily left my hold and turned around.
I moved my attention to her.
She prowled away, seductively twisting her hips from side to side. With each click of her heel, she twisted the knife in her hand from side to side, then back again.
Meanwhile, the other hand opened and closed over and over. There was something hypnotizing about that motion.
I left the wall and followed her, feeling like I was in a haunting trance.
She stopped in front of Salvatore.
I paused a few feet behind Emily, giving her space, but needing to have a close up of her madness.
What next, mysh?
Struggling against the rope, Salvatore widened his eyes and mumbled through the gag. He probably begged for his life.
Right when I thought Emily was going to raise the knife and cut him, she shook her head and stepped back.
I was about to ask her what was wrong, but she lowered to her knees, hugged herself, and rocked back and forth. The knife’s blade pressed against one shoulder.
“Mysh, what’s wrong?” I walked over to her.
Fast, she whipped the knife up and slashed the air. “No.”
I stopped a foot from her.
She remained there for one long, silent minute.
My heart boomed in my ears.
When she rose, I let go of the breath I didn’t realize I was holding in.
But. . .still. . .something felt different.
Fast, Emily kicked off her heels, sending them tumbling to the side. When her bare feet touched the floor, she flexed her toes.
Why did she take them off?
Then, she stretched her neck to the left and then the right. She rolled her shoulders and took a loud, deep breath. Her stance shifted to an odd angle—one hip up at the side, while her upper body tilted in the opposite direction.
Is she okay? Do I say something?
Next, she scanned the space as if for the first time. A dark chuckle left her.
I quirked my brows.
This time when she went to Salvatore. . .the walk was different. No twist in the hips. No seductive prowl. It was more the tip toe of a teenager trying to sneak out of the house for the night.
When she got to Salvatore, she leaned her face to his chest and inhaled him.
He gazed down at her.
Horror covered his face.
Emily laughed like a person unhinged—one who had just escaped from an asylum. The noise rose in the air and echoed off the ceiling beams.
I stiffened.
She raised her free hand to his dick and stroked it.
Rage erupted through me. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“Shh.” Emily squeezed the tip.
“Stop it!” Furious, I rushed over.
Fast, Emily spun around and slashed the air between us.
I jumped back, barely missing the sharp edge of the blade. It had been close to slicing my throat.
I glared at her. “Mysh?!”
And what I saw in Emily’s eyes, was not my mouse. In fact, there was no sign of the woman that I loved. Someone else gazed back at me as if Emily had suddenly been possessed by a demon that was now controlling her body.
Fear sliced up my spine.
Watching me, she kept the knife pointed my way.
I swallowed. “Mysh?”
“That’s her name, not mine.”
What? Not. . .yours? What is going on?
Chapter 2
There Will Be Blood
Kazimir
I remained where I was and studied her.
How odd it was to see Emily’s face, but know it wasn’t her at all. Her mouth was wide open and slanted in a deranged way, exposing her teeth. Her eyes ran wild in pools of madness drowning the woman whose body she had stolen away in seconds.
I edged back, putting more space between the knife and me. “What is your name?”
She tilted her head to the side, but not like a normal person. She had it all the way slanted and leaning against her shoulder. “No one ever asks what my name is.”
“I am asking.”
She sneered. “Why?”
“Because. . .we need to have a conversation.”
“I don’t talk. I cut.” She slashed at the air hard.
I stepped back.
A dark, rambunctious laugh left her, setting the hairs on the back of my neck on end.
And just like that she returned to Salvatore as if I would no longer be a problem. She had her back to me, full focus on his dick, and kept tapping the blade against her thigh.
Terrified, Salvatore frantically looked at me and screamed through the rag.
She gazed at Salvatore and placed one finger over her lips. “Shh.”
Salvatore went still and gazed wildly at her.
“Be quiet and I’ll give you some candy.” She grabbed his dick and stroked the tip.