Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
My head jerked up at the sound of a door opening, my eyes lifting as a man walked down a small flight of stairs in front of me. Ice blue eyes. Dark buzz cut. Tall, muscular body. He was daunting and huge as he loomed over me, shooting me a glare that told me to shut up.
“Quit your crying,” he gritted out.
“Why am I here? Who are you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice as level as possible. Telling from his leather jacket and the threat radiating from him, I had to guess that he was part of the Hornets.
“Name’s Ghoul. I’m the President of the Hornets, and the new father of the baby you’re carrying,” he said as he gestured to my stomach with a smirk on his face.
In an instant, anger burned through my fear as I glared up at him, pulling harder on the ropes and wishing that I could break free to slap him for saying something like that to me.
“Fuck. Off,” I spat, able to channel the anger I knew that the guys would feel flowing through me.
Ghoul clicked his tongue at me.
“I see they’ve rubbed off on you,” he commented.
“I naturally have a visceral reaction to assholes,” I sneered at him, unwilling to show him that I was afraid. He would only use that to his advantage.
Ghoul laughed.
“That’s adorable, but I hope you know that the motorcycle club world isn’t for you, sweetheart,” he told me in a patronizing manner that made me clench my jaw so hard that my teeth ached. “All you are is a pawn in their game. Their weak effort to outdo me and my club.”
I told myself not to listen to his harsh words, knowing that he was trying to break my spirit. He was trying to get back at the guys, and I refused to just roll over and let him bully me. I had to stand up for myself and for my son, who couldn’t fight for himself yet.
“You’re not taking my son and keeping me captive here,” I bit out, fighting the chill that tried to race up my spine when his icy eyes met mine. “If you think you’re coming out of this a winner, you’re not as smart as you give yourself credit for. Trust me!”
Ghoul tilted his head back with a cold laugh.
“Do you really think I’m keeping you after you give birth? You’ll be useless to me once you pop that baby out,” he told me, gesturing at me in a dismissive manner like he wanted to toss me aside like a piece of trash.
My stomach dropped, making me even more nauseous than I already was.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked in a quiet voice, feeling afraid to hear the answer.
Ghoul smirked as he crossed his arms.
“I can’t have you sprinting back to the Serpents, mouthing off about what I’m doing. It’ll be easy to bury you.”
He was going to kill me. I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refusing to work as I faced my fate. He was right about me not being any use to him once the baby was born. Why did I think that he was going to spare me?
“Don’t,” I said, unable to utter another word as my throat tightened. My eyes burned with terrified tears.
If he killed me, how could I protect my son? How could I make sure that he was taken care of and raised to be a good, strong person instead of a vile criminal like the Hornets wanted him to be? The moment he would be stripped from my arms was when a part of me would die, and I didn’t know how to stop that from happening when I was at Ghoul’s mercy.
It wasn’t fair.
Ghoul chuckled and shook his head at me like he thought I was foolish.
“You gave me everything I ever wanted, honey. The chance to destroy my rival and to gain an heir all in one go,” he told me as he leaned close to me. “I can’t thank you enough.”
Another wave of rage rushed through me as I glared at the man who wanted to destroy everything I loved and everything I wanted for my life and my son’s life. We wouldn’t ever know peace if Ghoul continued to rule the Hornets, but I couldn’t even get out of this chair.
“You can shove your gratitude up your ass! If you think you’re going to take my son away and raise him as your own, you’re stupider than I thought. I hope the guys find you and bury you!” I spat at him, trying to kick my feet at him.
With a furious look on his face, Ghoul suddenly struck his hand out, slapping me across the face so hard that the sound echoed throughout the room.