Total pages in book: 170
Estimated words: 160166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
“How did it get this complicated?”
“You fell for her,” he tells me and I hate him for it even if it’s the truth. Visions of her flash before my eyes. From when we were children, to when I first saw her glancing at me with those dark, lust-filled eyes, to our first kiss and more. Little moments I’ve never had with anyone else.
“She is yours, but betraying you is betraying all of us.”
“I know,” I answer him, pretending as if I’m not completely broken by what she’s done. I almost tell him that I just can’t believe it. I almost defend her again, but there’s no way around it. They all knew I was giving her that file. It was a test and she failed.
For the first time in my life, I wish I had kept some things from my brothers. I wish they didn’t know it was her. As I stand up and tell my brother good night, I realize that if I could go back, I’d do it all over again, but I wouldn’t tell them about Braelynn. I’d keep it all a secret and keep her to myself.
I can fix this. I can punish her and see to it that she obeys in every way. She has to. There’s no other way to protect her and keep her.
“I’ll take care of it,” I say beneath my breath as I make my way to the door. She’s going to regret this, and she’s going to make it up to me. She’s mine after all.
BRAELYNN
It wasn’t a nightmare.
The deep cuts at my wrists from where I pulled against the restraints and the pain in my throat of screams that went unheard are proof that it really happened. My entire body is weak, my head faint, and my eyes beg to close and let sleep pull me under again. My racing heart won’t allow such a thing, though.
I’ve barely slept at all and I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to again.
“You’re awake.” Declan’s deep voice from across the room startles me. With every muscle tense, I stare back at him. Darkness has settled under his eyes, telling me he hasn’t slept much either. Maybe not even at all.
“Yes,” I answer, not knowing what else to say as I roll over, making the bed groan. It takes a moment to calm even the slightest, but the fear doesn’t leave me. Standing there in nothing but pajama pants with his arms crossed, his corded muscles and bare chest are fully on display. Shadows from the early morning twilight play across his chiseled face.
He’s always been domineering in his stance and power has always radiated from him, but in this moment he is nothing other than the god who decides my fate. Merciless and hardened by sin, he is the only one who has control over what happens to me. It’s never been more obvious and with that knowledge, my throat tightens.
“Your purse and phone are in my office,” he says casually after taking a deep breath. His shoulders relax somewhat and he makes his way to me. Each dominating stride is more foreboding than the last.
With every step my heart beats harder, as though banging against the cage of my chest in an effort to escape. I can barely breathe as he kneels on the edge of the bed.
“My mother”—the words rush from me as if begging him for something—“she’ll want me to text her.” Swallowing thickly, I try to explain as his dark eyes narrow, telling him, “She calls every other day.”
Declan’s lips pull up into an asymmetric grin as he huffs a humorless laugh. His gaze moves to the right of the room, looking around aimlessly, and I pull the sheets up around me as much as I can. Before I can register what’s happening he’s on practically on top of me, pinning the covers down and it threatens to expose my chest.
There’s nothing between us that can protect me. It’s all too obvious as his sharp gaze reaches mine again.
“I can text her for you … I’m sure that will suffice?” he offers, his tone slightly condescending. Something must have happened as I slept. Something awful.
I remember the last time I told him I was scared, and how he told me I should be terrified. Adrenaline surges through me, but it’s no match for how numb my body feels. “Answer me,” he commands without an ounce of mercy. Tears prick the back of my eyes as I nod.
“Declan,” I say, and his name is a plea that I can’t help.
“You’re scared?” he says easily, sounding like the devil himself.
I can only nod, my throat closed so tight, I feel as if I’m suffocating.
“Tell me what happened and I can fix this,” he offers and it’s the first ounce of compassion from him. The tiniest bit but even still, it soothes so much pain. So much fear. My body begs to bow to him, to make myself small and let him comfort me.