Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
“That’s it, kitty, gulp down that cum.”
I swallow it all down until he’s finally spent, and when he pulls out, more cum drips out of my mouth. The belt releases from around my throat, and I can finally breathe normally again.
Milo finally spills out of me, and they all walk away from me like they’re admiring their artwork from a distance.
“Perfect.”
A bright flash follows.
I wasn’t even aware Nathan was holding a phone.
That’s how delirious I’ve become from sheer sexual madness.
“That’s what you get for messing with our plans,” Nathan muses.
“What are you going to do now? Call the police on me?” I ask.
Kai leans in with his hands on his knees while I can’t even fucking move. “No, we’re not savages. We’ll have our men take care of the body later.” The lopsided smile that forms on his face makes me want to chew through this chair I’m holding on to for dear life. “But you will be a good girl and do as you’re told from now on … right, Lana?” He tips up my chin and forces me to look into the mask. “Answer me.”
“Yes.”
A shit-eating grin follows. “That’s my girl.”
And they all grab their things and walk out the door, leaving me feeling like I just got bulldozed and run over a million times, all for killing that one man still lying in his own puddle of blood.
But fuck me … it was worth it.
KAI
The next day
“I’ll give you nineteen hundred for that one,” the pawnshop owner says as he inspects the Valentino bag.
Fuck.
After not being able to swindle that last guy we lured for money because Lana decided to kill him prematurely, this was supposed to be the last-ditch effort. But this … “That’s not enough.”
“I’m sorry, kid. It’s not worth that much when it’s secondhand.” He lowers his glasses. “I can add a hundred on top of that if you give me that ring of yours, though.”
I lift my hand and stare at the ring my father once gave me after I’d made my first kill.
He was so proud of me.
A Phantom initiation ritual, he called it. My father and all of his friends once ruled this fraternity that I now lead. All of them went on to become some of the wealthiest businessmen in the world—some legitimate, some not so legitimate. None of it changed anything about who they were to each other; friends through thick and thin. Phantoms for life.
All because of the one secret they all carried to the grave.
I slowly push the ring off my finger and place it on the counter, the weight so heavy it feels like a drum is set off in my heart.
“Hundred.”
A hundred might just be enough.
The pawnshop owner smiles at me and takes both items below the counter, then starts sifting through his register for the cash, licking each bill as he counts before he smacks them down on top of the counter.
“Two thousand, as promised.”
“Thanks.” I take the money and turn around to watch my mother freak out over a skeleton in the back of the shop.
“Kai, do we really have to be here?” she asks, barely touching a bone before jolting up and down. “It’s so … musty.”
“Nope,” I reply, tucking my money into my wallet. “I’m done.”
“Wait, where’s your ring?” She grabs my hand to inspect it.
I jerk back. “Sold it.”
“¡Ay, Dios mío! Kai!” She throws me an insulted look. “You can’t be serious. Your father gave you that ring.”
“Sí. So it was mine to sell too,” I retort, walking right past her as I waltz out of the pawnshop.
The doorbell behind me rings as she steps out. “Kai, wait.”
“No, I have to get back to the Phantom house,” I reply.
“Why do you need that money?” she asks, walking beside me. “Your father and I give you an abundant allowance every month.”
I pause mid stride and look her dead in the eye. “Would you give it to me if I didn’t tell you what it’s for?”
She frowns. “Well… I mean … if you need something.”
“Not me. Mi amigo.”
She licks her lips. “Un amigo … Please tell me that Nathan boy isn’t involved. You know that boy and his parents can’t be trusted anymore. They’ve—”
“Fallen out of grace,” I parrot as she’s told me so many times before.
“Some things just can’t be undone.”
I look her dead in the eyes. “Would you give me the money?”
“No. Para nada.”
Of course she wouldn’t.
I walk back to the car.
“Do you know how expensive these last few months have been? Your eye surgery?”
A surgery that didn’t work because I still can’t fucking see shit through that eye.
“Besides, his family obviously can’t be trusted with money.”
“What?” I pause while opening the door.
“Well, with his parents being in jail, and everything they’ve done …” She swallows and throws me a snooty look. “I honestly believe you should stop associating with him.”