Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“I warned you.”
“In case you don’t realize this, Lucas. I don’t follow orders. I don’t do anything I don’t want. You came to my city and took out one of my café’s.” It wasn’t owned by him personally, but in his city, he considered every small business was a part of him.
“You think I’m the only one who knows about your woman? It wasn’t exactly hard, you know. You’ve got people who want to see you fall.”
Gabriel was very much aware of the anonymous tip and it had only taken a few PIs to find the man who’d been dancing with Claire was the same man who’d been at the café, serving coffee. The man had invaded the event, pretended to be a businessman to get close. He’d seen an opportunity and well, Gabriel had already ended his miserable existence and was being fed to sharks as they spoke now. There would be no memory of him.
No one would care.
He was nothing.
No one.
“But you were the one who made sure I knew and you didn’t exactly keep it a secret, did you?”
“Fuck you.”
Gabriel laughed. His men had already laid out a tray with his favorite knives. Stroking the blade, he picked up the largest one, holding the tip against his finger. He thought about Claire. The pain she’d been in. The glass in her hair. She could have died.
No matter what he intended to do after this, he would make this son of a bitch pay for the danger he put her and his sister in.
Lucas hung upside down, his arms tied behind his back. Perfectly vulnerable and exposed. He didn’t think of where would be the right place to make the pain last, or to keep him alive longer. He reacted. Slamming the blade into Lucas’s thigh, he relished the screams that rang through the air. He repeated the action. When the blade was covered in blood, he put it back on the tray and took a smaller one. This time to slash through the skin.
The moment Lucas passed out, he paused, wiping the sweat from his brow. He got his men to wake him up, throwing buckets of piss at him. Again, the torture commenced and hours later, the floor was covered in blood, but his anger wasn’t over.
Gabriel moved to the exit as his men doused the remains in gasoline. He moved toward his car, stripping out of his clothes, which were taken back inside the building. He pulled on a fresh suit and stared at the clubhouse.
As the last of his men exited, flames started to engulf the place. Watching it burn, he waited until there was nothing left before climbing into his car. Even as he went, he called Claire on his way. She was working that night and he needed her now.
He’d already wiped all the blood from his hands and ran a hand down his face. He needed her. One last time he had to have her.
Like all the times before, she didn’t answer her damn cell phone. He’d already told his man to take him to her, and the drive only fueled his need. Killing Lucas was supposed to put this monster to bed.
Arriving at the private mansion, he climbed out of the car and made his way to his office. He passed Casey on the way and told her to get Claire to his office. Sitting at his desk, he put his hands flat on the desk.
There was no fear of hurting her. He’d never hurt Claire, at least not physically.
Seconds passed. Maybe even minutes.
The door opened and there was Claire, dressed for work, her body on display.
“Gabriel.” She stepped toward him but stopped the moment she looked into his eyes. “What’s going on?”
He got to his feet.
“Gabriel?”
He didn’t speak, just advanced to her. She stepped back and he kept on following her. Her back hit the door and he slammed his hands either side of her head, trapping her.
“This is exactly where you need to be,” he said.
“What’s going on?”
He took possession of her lips, sliding one of his hands down to move between the fabric at her thigh. He touched her pussy, feeling how wet she was. Working his fingers beneath her dress, he touched her clit and fingered her, moving down to feel how tight she was.
She cried out and he stopped kissing her to watch.
“You’re going to come on my fingers. I’m not going to stop until you give me what I want.”
“Please,” she said.
“I know. I can feel you. Come on me, Claire. Let me see how much you like it. Come on, baby.”
She rocked her hips against his hand and he moaned, not wanting her to stop.
“That’s right, take your pleasure. You know you can.”
When she came, he watched, absorbing every single part and relishing all of it. She was sheer fucking perfection.