Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Make them stop,” I implore desperately as my hands grasp his arms to get his attention and for stability before I collapse. “I already said I’ll come with you, that I’m my dad’s payment. I’ll do whatever you want. Please, stop making my father suffer!”
Lorenzo shrugs my hands off his arms, leaving me feeling vulnerable and unsteady. His fingers grip my chin tightly, roughly tilting my head back to force me to meet his callous stare.
“If I make them stop, you have to go with me without a problem. No fighting, no questions, and no theatrics. Do you understand?”
The second the words fall from his lips, I nod my head yes. I will do anything I can to save my father, including making a deal with the devil.
“Stop,” Lorenzo commands. His guys immediately pull away from my father.
“Untie him and leave him be. Take her…” His eyes linger over my chest again as if he’s already planning what he’s going to do to me. A creepy smile spreads across his face, making my skin crawl.
“Eli, tie her up,” he orders as he runs his thumb across my bottom lip.
“I said I would go with you willingly…” My voice is weak as the men come near me.
Lorenzo doesn’t answer, only motions silently for his men to take me away.
The man who retrieved me from my car roughly grabs my arm and pulls me closer to him. The other men untie and release my father.
His body is so worn out, he falls off his chair and lands on the ground in a heap. Even though he has been badly beaten and is still bleeding, I know he will be okay. It is better than being dead, after all.
“Wait. Before you take me, may I please hug my dad goodbye?” I tentatively ask, hoping I can feel safe in my father’s arms for at least a moment.
I’m not surprised when there is no response yet again. Instead, my arms are pulled behind my back, and my hands are tied together tightly. I don’t put up any resistance. There is no point in fighting them–they are heartless, cruel beings who won’t hesitate to kill me.
Before I’m ready, I’m being led out of my home. My heart constricts, and panic seizes me as I try to look at my dad one last time. “Daddy…” I manage to gasp out before my ears fill with my dad’s broken, sobbing voice.
“Amara… Amara… I’m so… Amara!” My father’s wails will be in my mind until I see him again, whenever that may be.
My throat constricts with sobs wanting to erupt, but I can’t let them out. I can’t break down yet, so I let anger take over my heart. When we stop at the SUVs, I turn to Lorenzo with fire in my eyes and heartache in my voice.
“You didn’t even let me say goodbye! You didn’t give me a chance to pack or take anything important to me. I need my phone, schoolbooks, and laptop. I have classes I need to finish.”
Lorenzo chuckles at my outburst, and his eyes light up like he’s enjoying my dismay. He is fucking laughing at me!
“Oh, my darling Amara, you won’t be returning to school, and you don’t need anything from your old life.”
“How long do you expect me to stay with you?”
“Indefinitely,” he says like he is absolutely sure of the future. My mouth pops open, but no words come out. He can’t be serious.
“You are mine. Your life is mine. Your memories, emotions, desires are all mine. I own you now. Your life as you knew it doesn’t exist anymore,” he continues explaining to me as if he’s talking to a child.
It’s at this moment that I realize what I have gotten myself into. He is expecting me to stay longer than a few days.
As the realization quickly settles in, I make myself a promise. I will play Lorenzo’s game, and I will let him think he owns me, but he will never control my mind or my heart.
I take a deep breath, allowing my new resolve to fill me. “I know I agreed to go with you and all, but what exactly am I to do?” I hadn’t even thought of that. I just wanted to find a way to save my father’s life and get these men out of my mother’s home.
“We’ll start off slowly since we don’t know one another. Every day we’ll work up to the best part of all…” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear.
“What’s the best part?” I ask innocently.
“When you ride my dick.” A smirk pulls at his lips as I gasp, and my face reddens. I’m not stupid, I know what will happen. I know someone like him doesn’t just take someone like me and force her to clean his house or complete menial tasks. I just didn’t expect him to be so blunt and straightforward with his words.