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)
“I want nothing to do with you. Nothing. What you did to me…to those people…” Her eyes glaze over as if she is reliving the whole scene. I’m sorry for hurting her the way I did, but I’m not sorry I did my job. People had to die.
She doesn’t understand the business, and I’m starting to understand where her distaste comes from, but she isn’t me, and she needs to understand there are rules that must be obeyed.
“Those people made a deal with me. They broke it, now they’ve paid.”
“What about the man who didn’t owe you anything?”
“Unfortunately, he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I couldn’t let him go. Collateral damage...”
She shakes her head, a disgusted look on her face.
“I have explained how this works many times…” I stop myself from calling her ‘little one.’ “Amara, I understand that you can’t comprehend any of this, and that’s fine. But you had to be punished for your actions. My job is simple. I’m a leader. If I didn’t follow my own rules, no one else would. There would be mass chaos, and more people would have to die.”
I’m trying to be gentle, which is new to me. Her face lightens just a bit as if she is finally digesting what I’m saying. Her bruise is lighter, and it looks like she is using the creams I had sent down with Eli. Even though she is being punished, I make sure she has clean clothes, food, and whatever else she needs.
“You killed people. People who had families.”
“Families they abandoned for their drug habit. Those people yesterday, their kids were taken away from them because of neglect. No one will miss them. Especially not their kids.”
“What about the other people? People who come to you are in dire need. You’re their only hope. Just like my father…” Tears well up in her beautiful, brown, doe eyes. My chest constricts.
“I don’t have to justify my–”
“You’re right. You don’t,” she agrees, cutting me off. “But you shouldn’t just go around killing people. You shouldn’t kill people without knowing their struggle.”
“Their struggle isn’t my problem. Not everything in this world is rainbows and fucking sunshine, Amara. Sometimes life is hard. Life is a bitch, and no matter how many times you hit it, it gets back up. I could guarantee that none of those people would have my back if our roles were reversed. No one out there has your back as much as you do.”
She sniffles, her eyes filling with more tears. “I don’t fucking care. You’re a mindless, disgusting bastard who gets off on bloodshed, and that’s not okay with me. I didn’t sign up to be shacked up with some lunatic.”
I laugh, because, well, it’s funny, and if she thinks I’m crazy, she should see some of the sick bastards who walk freely in the world.
“You didn’t sign up for this? Well, neither did I, darling. But I can tell you now, your father did sign up for the money. Money that he spent on you.”
I smirk because I’m a fucking prick like that. I watch as her eyes skim the cell. There is nothing for her to throw at me. The small toilet and sink can’t be moved, and she wasn’t given any sharp objects.
“I hate you!” She lunges forward as if she is going to do something. Except I’m faster and more experienced when it comes to fighting. If a fight is what she wants, she doesn’t stand a chance.
I grab her, my touch firm, but not rough enough to hurt her. She struggles against me, her elbow coming to land on my stomach. It doesn’t affect me, though. I have been shot at, punched, kicked, and beaten many-a-time.
“Stop,” I demand, pushing her back onto the bed. She squirms even more as if she thinks she can actually get away. She needs to stop—she is making me hard with every scrape of her thigh against my cock.
Since she won’t stop, I decide to take matters into my own hands. I push my weight onto her, which in turn pushes my cock against her thigh. A gasp leaves her lips as her heart races under her shirt. I can hear it even without being against her chest.
“Get off me!” she cries out. It sounds like a cross between need and hate. It’s as if she wants me at that moment, but at the same time, wants me to go away. If that’s the case, I completely understand.
“I know you want it. You want me as much as I want you. You want my cock inside your tight pussy, don’t you?” I push my arousal against her again, thrusting my hips in an upward motion.
She shakes her head no, but with every small thrust, she sighs as if it alleviates some of the pressure deep within.