Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
She’s looking at me like I’m her world, and it’s exactly what I’ve wanted to see, hoped to see even, and the fact that I’m going to have to wipe that look from her face angers me. There is no way I can give her what she needs right now.
“I don’t have time for this, and I don’t have the patience either, not today. I have somewhere else to be.”
Why the hell does she have this thought today of all fucking days? I would have gladly done this yesterday, and I would definitely do it tomorrow, but not tonight. My need to kill Lev outweighs my need for sex, even if it’s sex with her.
I glance at her face, disappointment, and rejection seeping into each pore. I can’t take seeing her like this, it guts me. She is hurt, I hurt her.
Quickly, I disappear into the closet and pull on some dry clothes. I need to leave, get out of here fast before I change my mind.
Without another word or a second glance, I walk through the bedroom and out the door, locking it behind me.
With my gun in one hand and the key card in the other, I stand in front of the hotel room Lev is in. His slimy voice clearly carries through the thin door, and the blood in my veins reaches a new boiling point. All I can see is Elena’s tear-stained cheeks and the fear in her eyes. He hurt her, and now I’m here to hurt him.
I slide the card, push the door open, and step in with my gun raised all in one fluid move. Lev turns to me, looking shocked as hell while the girl we hired looks relieved to see me.
“This is a mistake, Moretti. You’re making a mistake.”
“You can go now, Lola.” At my words, Lev turns pale, his beady eyes go wide, and I know he’s quickly putting one and one together.
“Thank fuck, this guy is a real creep.” The girl snatches her purse and climbs over the bed instead of walking by Lev to get out. She squeezes past me and scurries out of the room, closing the door on her way.
Alone at last.
“You gotta be kidding me?”
“Funny, that’s what I thought when I heard that you touched something that belongs to me. I know your stupid, but I didn’t know you were this dumb.”
Lev tips his head back and laughs into the quiet room.
“So, let me get this right. You left a half-naked girl sitting at a bar at a flesh auction, and it’s my fucking fault that she was eye-fucking me? It’s not my fault your whore can’t keep her hands off of me. That she wanted my cock.”
Aiming the gun at his kneecap, I pull the trigger. The faint smell of gunpowder wafts into my nose as the bullet flies through the air and hits its target precisely where I intended. A scream that is pure bliss to my ears rips from Lev’s throat as he immediately sags to the floor and cries out in pain, grabbing his leg.
“You fucking asshole!” he groans while rolling to his side. “You’re gonna die, you bastard! You’re gonna die! Everyone is after you anyway!”
What just said makes me pause, but only briefly.
“Who is after me?”
He curls his lip, giving me a half-smile. “Everyone! Romero put out a hit on your ass. Ten million. And to sweeten the pot, he’s giving away the whore with it. Hope you didn’t use her up, ’cause I’m sure looking forward to–”
I don’t blink. I don’t even think. Lifting my gun, my finger presses against the trigger, and the bullet leaves the chamber, hitting him right between the eyes, shutting him up for good.
His body stills, his eyes go blank, and blood puddles around his head. I meant to make this painful, draw it out, and watch him suffer, but what he revealed to me changes things.
It means the timeline just got moved up.
23
Elena
The key seems to weigh ten pounds in my hand. I’ve been pacing the bedroom for hours trying to decide what to do. I thought Julian and I were getting closer, I thought there could really be something between us, but after today, I’m not sure about anything.
Nothing makes sense. None of his actions line up. He buys me, he touches me, then rejects me in the next instance. Something more is going on, and I can’t be stuck in this room any longer doing nothing. What if my father was telling the truth? Julian could be out there killing my father, and then come home to finish the job.
Or maybe Julian simply doesn’t want to have sex with me. He mentioned before that he doesn’t think I can handle him, handle his sinister needs. What if he went to have sex with someone who can?