Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“I didn’t take you for a stupid girl,” he spits, and that’s when he does it again, slaps me hard across the face, the same cheek, making it sting even more. “But you did marry him. So, maybe that’s exactly what you are.” He slaps me again, my mouth now tasting blood and my cheek’s on fire.
He sits back in his seat—obviously he’s had enough—and harshly whispers, “Stay where you are and don’t fucking move. Or next move, I’ll slice your fucking nipples off and send them to him.”
I don’t know if his threats are real or not, but I do as he says and become compliant, sitting back in my seat, afraid that may just happen. I look to the floor. All I have is heels on my feet and the clothes on my back.
How the fuck am I going to get out of this?
Did I really think jumping from a moving vehicle would help me?
Perhaps I am as stupid as he said I am.
I close my eyes and turn my head to look out the window at the world flashing before my eyes.
Tears start to fall down my cheeks. I don’t understand what’s going on, or why he has me. And why, oh why, won’t he let me go?
“Gunner…” I whip my head around to Roberto, who puts a finger to his lips and raises his hand, ready to slap me again. “It seems you can’t keep your things in check.” He presses speaker and I can hear every word he says.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Your little whore, of course.”
“She’s no one to me.”
Roberto raises an eyebrow at me in a challenge. “Is that so?”
“Yes. Now what do you want?” Gunner’s voice is pissed. I can tell he doesn’t have time for Roberto at all.
“I already have what I want.” He smirks.
“No, you don’t,” Gunner says back, knowing him full well.
“Oh, but I do. Would you like to know what I have?”
“Do you really want to play games with me?” Gunner asks Roberto.
Roberto leans in close to me, his breath hits my face and I pull back from the vile stench of a human being.
“I’m playing, but I’m afraid you’re losing, Gunner.” Roberto clicks his tongue.
“Sure, I am,” Gunner says, and I can almost hear the eye roll that accompanies his words.
“Say hello,” Roberto whispers to me. I know Gunner can hear him, so I do as I’m told because my cheek hurts. Badly. And I don’t want to rile the bastard up any more than he already is.
“Hello,” I say in a small voice.
Gunner knows who it is straight away.
He knows my voice.
“What the fuck, Roberto? What the fuck are you doing with my wife?”
“Oh… your wife, is she?” Roberto touches my leg again, his hand roaming up my thigh, close to my panties. “You don’t care that my hand is on its way to her sweet pussy. I’m sure it tastes as good as I think it will. Considering it has whipped you.”
“Everly, is he touching you?” Gunner asks. I look at Roberto to answer as I don’t want to be hit again. He nods his head.
“Y-Yes,” I answer on a stutter.
“Roberto, if she has one mark on her body. Or is hurt in any way, shape, or form, I’ll end you.” Gunner hangs up and I look at the phone, confused as to what’s going on.
Did he really just hang up?
Roberto removes his hand and goes back to his phone.
“Seems he still loves you, wifey.” He chuckles.
I sit stock-still from where he was just touching me and try pulling my skirt down.
“Tell me, Everly, what makes you so special to make him love you like he does?” The asshole places his cell between us and gives me his full attention.
“I don’t… kn-know.” And I don’t. I really don’t know why he loves me. So, for me to answer that question we would need Gunner.
“It’s interesting. When growing up, he said he would never marry you. He knew who he was, but once he reached adulthood, not once did he care for you. It’s funny how that works out now, isn’t it? That the one he was destined to be with, the one he said he wouldn’t be with, is the one who made him love.” He chuckles. “You must have some sort of sorcery skills to make him love you.” He shakes his head.
“Where are we going?”
Roberto leans in, places his hand on his chin, and rests it there. “I’m taking you to my place.” He eyes me up and down. “Maybe we can have some fun. I know the kink Gunner likes, so I know how you like it.”
No. No he doesn’t.
“No…” I shake my head.
He eyes me suspiciously.
“Ohh… that’s it, isn’t it? You saw the real him and ran?”
I don’t answer his question because, quite simply, there’s no need for him to know that.