Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Standing there, I wait for the door to magically open. It doesn’t. Instead, nothing happens. So I knock again. This time, four times for good measure. I chuckle. Nothing.
Turning around, I notice the door I entered through is now shut.
Fuck! I swear I left it open. How did that happen?
A scream rips from my mouth.
Quinn is standing in front of me.
That same deadly stare he had all those years ago still in place.
He’s dangerous.
He’s a collector. And not of things. Of people.
“Saskia,” he says my name then steps back, pushing the door open to a dark room.
I don’t want to walk in there. Who the fuck knows what’s in that room, and I sure as shit don’t want to find out. I’m more than happy keeping all my body parts today, thank you very much.
Turning, a voice stops me.
It isn’t Quinn’s.
No, it’s him.
Emotions slam into me.
Hate.
Love.
Lust.
Anger.
He holds them all. He’s the reason I’m the person I am today.
“Barbie...” A shiver runs over my skin, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up like little soldiers.
Ryken Lord is back.
But what for?
“Ryken,” I say, spinning around and staring into the darkened room. He lights a small candle, the flicker lets me make out his shape as I step into the room. Quinn shuts the door behind me and effectively locks us in.
“You shouldn’t have come back.” He steps forward, and my heart slams into my chest.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Three pumps, one for each of the times he broke the fucking thing.
His lip twitches. My heart stutters. Our eyes meet.
Ridiculous manic girl meets stupid criminal boy.
“How could I stay away, Barbie? Surely you knew I’d be back, for you.”
I shake my head at his words. “Where is she?”
He shakes his head. “I’m here to discuss us.”
My head shakes slowly, and I step back to the door, reaching out for the handle. I pull it open, looking back to the man that I want to stab in the eye, but fuck at the same time.
“You sir, can go fuck yourself in the ass. Don’t fucking contact me again!”
Quinn smirks as I walk past him.
“You owe me, Barbie.”
Turning back, I see him standing at the door, and it’s now I notice that he’s dressed in all black. The way he should be. He smirks, knowing he has me now.
“And I’ve come to collect what’s mine.”
Shaking my head, I run. Away from him, and away from my shattered heart that I left with him.
Because Ryken is not a man to be trusted. He’s proven that on many occasions.
Every time he’s managed to break my heart.
Then he gave his to her.
OPENING THE DOOR, MY hands are clammy as I slam it shut and lean back on it.
Ryken came back, one year exactly after he left. I hate him, despise him. Yet, seeing him makes me want to run to him. I didn’t though, thank God. That would have been a disastrous mistake.
They left after that night, both of them, and I haven’t seen either since.
After heading over to my cousin’s house, my auntie and uncle were reluctant to tell me anything. They acted like Livia was off vacationing. Maybe she was. I have no damn idea.
I look up when my cell starts to ring. It’s the work phone, but it’s after hours now. So I let it go to message. When the message bank answers, nothing happens. Then my private cell starts ringing, it’s a blocked number displayed on the screen. Placing it next to me on the floor, I watch it like it will magically tell me who it is, because I honestly don’t want to find out.
A knock on the door I’m leaning on frightens me and makes me scream as I jump up and turn around. Quinn’s standing there with his cell to his ear, looking in at me. Managing to take a deep breath, I get the courage to open the door, and with shaky hands I pull it open. Quinn pockets his cell and is standing tall and dark.
He still scares me.
“You don’t like to answer your cell?”
My head wants to shake no to him, but yet again nothing happens. I stand there like a damn statue looking at him.
“Can I come in?”
I think about it, I really do. Part of me wants to say no. But I don’t. Instead, I pull the door open, letting him step through. His eyes search the shop as I close the door. He takes up the front space, his whole body blocking the entryway. Quinn is a large man, well, I guess compared to me most people are large. My hands wrap around my arms as I look up to him.
“Why are you here?”
“The Boss asked me to get you.”
My head shakes slowly at his words. “He’s not my boss, I don’t have to go anywhere with you.”