Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“While it’s been fun playing Clue,” I mutter, “I’m not in the mood for games. I’m in the mood for torture and pain. Make him suffer, baby girl.”
She pulls away, wobbling slightly, and then walks over to him. A hush falls over the room as she stands there, staring, like something right out of a horror movie with her knife in hand at her side.
“Hadley, sweetheart—” Genworth starts.
His words are cut off when she slices his cheek. He yelps and then starts moving his mouth a mile a minute, pleading for her mercy. Begging. Making every promise in the book.
“It was an accident,” he sobs when she slices along his throat, but not deep enough to nick a good vein. “You have to believe me. I was sad about your mother. You look just like her. Then—”
She stabs him right in the mouth, the small blade piercing his tongue. Blood sprays out, dirtying up my girl even more. With a shriek, she yanks the blade out, sending a hunk of his tongue flying.
Everyone remains still as we watch Hadley go fucking crazy. The knife is small enough that she probably won’t hit anything that’ll kill him—just everything that will hurt. I lose count after fifty stabs of the knife. Chest. Face. Shoulders. Neck. Stomach. Thighs. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Pride surges through me as she mutilates his cock through his slacks, punishing him for using it against her. He’s a bloody mess, groaning and begging for his daughter to stop. I think she’d keep going if she had the energy, but she stumbles over to the mattress and falls into a heap.
I walk over to Genworth, admiring her work. I know it hurts like a bitch.
“Take his balls,” I tell Dragon, tossing him my knife. “Make him fucking eat them.”
While Dragon takes evil delight in cutting off Genworth’s pants, I kneel down beside Hadley. I turn her body so she can watch what Dragon does to her father. Lying down, I curl up against her, pulling her to my chest so I can keep her safe and make her feel protected.
Dragon manages to grab hold of Genworth’s balls and saws right through the thin, sensitive flesh that holds them onto his body. Hadley gags again as Dragon starts shoving the bloody, hunk of hairy balls into Genworth’s mouth. He uses the butt of my knife to cram the shit down his throat. Before he can throw them back up, Payne is there, taping his mouth shut much like he did Putnam.
I watch as my men take turns fucking with Genworth. Stabbing. Kicking. Taunting. Torturing. As much as I’d love to make him suffer more at my own hand, I much prefer what my hand has chosen to do. It splays over Hadley’s bare stomach beneath the hoodie in a protective, possessive way.
Mine.
She’s mine.
She and our baby.
Nothing can change that. Not anymore.
Dragon and Filter this time drag the chair of the near dead Genworth over to the fire. Putnam is charred and smoking. They place Genworth right beside him so he can burn alive for whatever moments remain in his ridiculous life. As he dies, a peace washes over me.
Fucking finally.
And then all hell breaks loose when Stormy bursts into the slaughterhouse.
“FBI! Nobody move!”
Hadley
I sit up on my elbow and stare in confusion. Standing in the doorway with her gun drawn and two people with her, Stormy glares at Koyn, who’s still lying beside me.
It feels like only a bit ago, she was in the kitchen with me. Bermuda made me a sandwich, and then he took me upstairs. She must have slipped away sometime after that.
“Stormy?” I croak.
“Agent Brenda Gale,” Stormy says in a fierce tone. “Everyone on their knees, hands behind their backs. Hadley, honey, I need you to make your way over here.”
Koyn’s arm tightens around me. “Agent Gale,” Koyn barks out. “Hadley stays with me.” I can feel murderous rage rippling from him as hot as the fire from where two bodies cook. “Run along, Stormy, before I sic Filter on you.”
“No,” Stormy says sharply, her gaze hardening. “I thought I could do this, but I can’t watch you ruin this girl. You’ll kill her.” She lifts her chin. “She’s pregnant with your kid, but that doesn’t mean her life needs to end.”
“What do you want from me?” Koyn demands. “Spit it the fuck out. You take Hadley and I’ll find a way to take her back. You know this.”
“I want you to go to prison where you belong,” Stormy barks back.
Koyn slowly stands, pulling me up with him. Probably wise putting me between him and the undercover agent considering I’m the one she’s trying to save.
“Where’s your backup?” Koyn asks. “Just these two?”
“It’ll be enough until the rest arrive,” she says, false confidence in her tone.
“Hmm,” is all he says in return.