Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“NO!” Daisy screamed from where she knelt on the bed. She hadn’t moved, barely making a sound, the entire time I beat the fuck out of him. “PLEASE! STOP! PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU! I’LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING!”
I ignored her pathetic pleas, continuing my assault on Esteban’s face and body. I hit him until my knuckles felt raw, and there was nothing left of his fucking pretty boy face. I stopped and stood over his barely conscious frame, hearing Daisy release a sigh of relief. Thinking she’d won. That she got through to me.
Not a fucking chance.
I reached into the back of my slacks, and pulled out my gun, aiming it right at Esteban’s head.
“NO!” she cried out.
Jumping off the bed, lunging right in front of him, throwing her half naked body in front of the gun. It was now placed directly on her forehead. Her body shielding what was left of Esteban’s sorry excuse of a fucking life.
“Get the fuck out of my face,” I gritted through a clenched jaw.
“No! Please! Please! Please! I’m begging you. It wasn’t his fault.” She got down on her knees, tucking the thin white sheet under her arms, setting her hands in a prayer gesture out in front of her. “I’m begging you, pleading with you on my knees to please not do this! Please, Uncle! You don’t have to do this!” she bellowed through tears.
I scoffed. “You think your pitiful performance is going to work on me? You don’t know me, peladita. Get the fuck off the floor before I make you, and trust me, you don’t want it to come to that.”
She shook her head. “No.”
I cocked my head to the side, no one had ever told me no before. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t just a little fucking proud of her at that moment, she wasn’t backing down from me.
“You look like a fucking whore on your knees. NOW, GET THE FUCK UP!”
She shook her head again. “No.”
“What? You love him? You love that piece of shit?” I pointed to Esteban’s lifeless body.
She swallowed, hard. “No, Uncle. I don’t,” she answered honestly.
The truth of her revelation causing me to jerk my head back, stunned.
“So, you are a whore,” I viscously spewed, more pissed off at myself for allowing this to happen under my goddamn nose. “Your mother would be so proud.”
She frowned not wavering. “Please. Please, don’t do this. Not for me, okay? You don’t have to do shit for me. Do it for my mom. The only sister you had. The one you loved so fucking much,” she reminded, throwing the words I spoke hours ago back at me.
My eyes glazed over, narrowing them at her. For the first time I didn’t hide the fact that the mere mention of her mother could bring me to my goddamn knees.
I slowly lowered my gun, grabbing my phone from my pocket, and walking toward the big bay window in her room, calling one of my men. “Venga a recoger a este hijo de puta antes de que yo lo mate,” I roared into the phone, “Come get this son of a bitch before I kill him.” I hung up.
Her questions of who I really was, what I was feeling, what I had gone through in my life, what happened to me that made me the way I was, were burning a hole in my back. She wanted to know what I was thinking.
If only she knew…
If only anyone knew.
I shook away the thoughts when I heard footsteps ascending down the hall. I took one look at my men, and nodded toward the piece of shit lying in my niece’s arms. Turning to face the window once again, internally battling my demons. Not being able to look at her any longer, feeling as though this changed everything.
They quickly picked him up, dragging him away from her. I heard them taking the blanket off the bed and wrapping it around him. I knew he was half-conscious when the men stood him up, probably hunched over, reeling in pain. Placing his arms around their necks for support.
If it weren’t for Daisy, they’d be dragging him out in a body bag.
Even that didn’t grant me satisfaction.
This was the last time I would see my niece as Daisy, this was when Briggs was born for me. This was when everything changed in our dynamic, our future relationship.
Our family.
She wanted to be a big girl, play with big boys, then I would give her exactly what she fucking wanted.
They carried Esteban toward the door, breaking me from my train of thought.
“You know what?” I said out of nowhere, bringing all of their attention back to me. I turned around, narrowing my dark, daunting, soulless eyes directly at Esteban. “I changed my mind,” I simply stated.