Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Crow bar?
Baseball bat?
I made a thoughtful sound low in my throat before I reached in and took one in each hand, weighing up my options. After a second, I peered straight ahead, brow bunched in consideration.
The answer was obvious, of course.
“Both.” I grinned as I turned and stalked towards the black Tesla Model S 75D coupe.
Cars beeped me as I crossed the street without looking, but little did they know that I was the wolf amongst sheep and I would eat them whole with little to no warning at all, for no fucking reason at all. So when a truck honked at me a second too long, I stilled in the middle of the street, turning to face the man inside the cab.
He made an obscene gesture.
I hissed like a cat.
He rolled down his window, and called out, “Get out of the road!”
“Make me,” was my sweet, slow response.
The man shook his head. “Fuckin’ crazy bitch.”
Crazy like a fox.
I tipped my head back and laughed before licking my lips and winking at him. “You know it, baby.” I continued on my merry way, a spring in my step, and when I walked inside the building I should not have been in, the security guard stood immediately, recognizing me. The burly man stilled when I smiled at him and uttered politely, “I think you should call your boss down, handsome.” Turning, I walked over to the business insignia on the marble floor and slowly hiked up my skirt. “He’s going to want to see this.”
The high-class real estate firm was quiet as I squatted, waiting, and the moment the elevator doors opened, I held his dark eyes as I relieved myself over the fucking marble floor he had imported from Italy, over the insignia his beloved father designed, over every goddamn thing we had together that he took from me.
Yeah.
I pissed all over it.
They said actions spoke louder than words, and right now, I know Aslan Sadik got what I was saying.
You and yours can suck on this, you piece of shit.
When the security guard looked down at me with disgust, I blew him a kiss, and when I was done, I stood, carefully slid my skirt down, and held the thundery eyes of a beautiful Turk. The security guard picked up the phone, but when Az put up a hand, the burly man put the phone down.
He looked at me a long moment before he took the couple steps over, and when he peered down at me as he did now, with a gaze full of worry and pity, I wanted to kill him then. When he spoke, I knew it would only be a matter of time before I did just that.
“Okay. You did what you had to do.” He looked around at the few men surrounding us then spoke low. “You’re hurt. You’re mad. I get it. I do.” He leant in, muttering, “But you’re embarrassing yourself, Ling. You need to leave.” His eyes narrowed heatedly. “Or I’ll make you.”
What did he just say?
The vein at the side of my neck throbbed in time with my increasing heartbeat, and reaching down, I picked up my weapons and nodded, feigning shame. “You’re right.”
His handsome face turned soft, and I knew I had him where I wanted him.
So beautiful.
I wanted to shatter those high cheekbones, slam my bat across his face to make sure his million-dollar smile never shone again, take my crowbar and level it down over his head, spilling out his brains for my pleasure alone.
Instead, I dropped the act, my face sobering, and when my slow smirk appeared, his trepidation returned tenfold.
I’m back, bitches.
“See, Az,” I explained on a sigh, “I wanted this to work out.” Reaching out, I smoothed down his lapel. “I really did.” My eyes met his. “But you fucked up, and now,” I enlightened, “you have to pay.”
More of his men arrived, watching the altercation. Amongst them was Aslan’s younger brother Enver, and the moment Aslan spotted him, his disquiet began to grow. I could’ve ousted us both then. I could have spilled the tea and let all his men know their king had declared his love to The Dragon Queen, but I didn’t.
No.
Aslan Sadik’s suffering would come nice and slow, and I would pluck the things he cared about most from him, one by one, so he could feel the pain of every loss before I struck again.
This boy was going to learn today that Ling Nguyen was not a love swept teen.
Ling Nguyen was a motherfucking queen, and if he didn’t let me use his face as a throne, I would impale myself on his broken, bloody spine until the raw pleasure made my body shake.
His lips thinned, and when he placed his hands on his hips, lowering his face, I heard the unease in his voice. “What do you want?”