Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“You’re a hard man to get alone. Always seem to have a man up your ass,” Liam said calmly.
I raised my brow at him.
I was alone a lot.
It more sounded like he couldn’t get to me when I was alone.
I usually wasn’t as stupid as I was being at the moment.
“So, what’s your plan?” I asked.
He smiled.
Then turned his gun on me, firing twice.
***
I woke up with my mouth tasting funny.
My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth like it did when I drank way too much the night before.
But I knew I hadn’t done that last night.
Then the feeling of metal surrounding my wrists made me realize that something wasn’t right.
My eyes slowly opened, and the sudden, bright light seared my brain.
I groaned as I tried to control the nausea that started to boil in my stomach.
“Ahh, glad to see you’re not dead. I shot you with twice as much tranquilizer as I should have because I didn’t want to take the chance that you’d wake up before we got here.”
The man’s snide comments made me force my eyes open again, even though I only wanted to leave them closed and die.
Liam.
Wonderful.
“What do you want?” I slurred.
Liam smiled.
“It’s time that I repay you for the mutilation you so kindly provided me,” he said, fingering a raised pink scar on his cheek.
I wanted to laugh.
Instead, I looked down, recognizing the bulge of a phone in my pocket, making me realize that the only thing he’d stripped from me was the gun that was at the small of my back in a pancake holster.
Stupid.
Very stupid.
And sloppy.
But I wouldn’t need much.
The first explosion of pain only made me more determined.
“So you don’t want to do a fair fight? I, at least, allowed you to have your hands free,” I spat blood on the floor.
I ran my tongue over my teeth, a little too thankful that the blow didn’t knock any of them loose.
I’d managed to make it throughout my whole life keeping my teeth in my head and that was a miracle.
I’d be damned if this man fucked up my streak.
Liam growled.
“Don’t you ever stop talking?” He demanded.
I shrugged.
“Yeah, when I’m fuckin’ my woman. Then I let my body do the talking,” I taunted.
Liam’s eyes narrowed.
“That’s not what I heard you say in the camera feed I had my boys hack into…quite the dirty mouth you have.”
Do not react. Do not react. Do not react.
I repeated that mantra to myself, even when I wanted to break my own fucking hands to get to the fucker in front of me.
“Quite the fat ass you have there,” Liam said. “Curves like Annie’s aren’t in. In fact, I would call her more cow-like than curvy. Even though you tell her she’s beautiful. Tell me,” he smiled. “What’s it feel like to put your cock into somebody that disgusting?”
Do not react. Do not react. Do not react.
I reacted.
I couldn’t help it.
I smiled.
And Liam pulled out his brass knuckles.
“Let’s see who’s laughing in just a few minutes when I make your face unrecognizable for your mother,” he said.
This hit hurt exceptionally more.
Partly because he’d hit me with the brass knuckles, and partly because he’d hit me against my temple instead of my jaw.
Stars started to blur my vision, but I still had the smile on my face.
Fucker couldn’t take that from me.
I’d keep smiling until it killed me.
“So, tell me,” I said during one of Liam’s breaks. I was making him winded, and his knuckles were bleeding. Although, some of the blood was mine, but not all. “Why’d you send Jennifer to me?”
Liam pulled a white handkerchief out of his pocket and started to wipe the blood off his hand.
“Before, it was all about you being a DEA agent, and us learning what we could from having someone on the inside. But then we found out you were the baby billionaire of Konn Vodka. We figured out really quick that the quick cash would come from you and what we could get daddy to give us in exchange for not killing you,” Liam Cornell snarled. “But now it’s all personal. You fucked up doing what you did.”
I wanted to laugh.
My father wouldn’t pay a damn thing for me.
He trained me since I was old enough to follow directions how to fight.
Vitaly, if you’re ever in the situation where you are held for ransom, you show them why it was a stupid idea to do so. You learn how to fight. You practice. You execute. You get out of that situation, because if the time ever comes that you are taken, you won’t find me paying them at the other end. Because they won’t give you back to me if I pay them. It doesn’t work like that.
No, my father wouldn’t come.
But my brothers would.
And then I’d be free to get these fuckers off my wrists, and end what I should’ve finished months ago.