Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“I can get your sister!” Joseph rushes to say as I come around the couch to clear the space between us.
“Stop!” Snow shouts, halting me in my tracks.
“I can get your sister,” I tell Snow. “We don’t trust lying, fake prophets.” My words get the reaction I was hoping for. Joseph charges me. Perhaps he thought he would surprise me or that I was unaware of the blade he was concealing in his hand.
I shift, allowing him to pass me in his charge, but I still grab him from behind. I wrap my arm around him, gripping his hand. I squeeze, making him cry out. I feel a bone or maybe two crack; his hold on the knife releases, and I take it from him. I wrap my other hand around the front of his throat and bring the blade up against it. It sinks in, making blood trickle down his neck.
“Please,” Joseph starts to beg.
Snow suddenly speaks. “Did Carla plead with you before you killed her?” She steps in front of him. I love that I’m able to give her this. That she gets to take back some of the power he stole from her.
“What are you talking about?”
I press the knife in deeper. “Don’t play games with her,” I warn him. “Answer the question.” I feel him swallow.
“She broke our vows,” Joseph admits. “Lay in our bed with Nora.” He spits the last part. “Then tried to run away.”
“That’s what happened to Nora?” Snow’s eyes fill with tears.
“It was sinful!”
“Sinful!” Snow shouts right back at him. “You fuck other women in that married bed too, and don’t say they're your wives so it doesn’t matter.”
If looks could kill, Joseph would be done for. I have never seen this level of anger from Snow. Normally, it’s all sadness. Now a fire is lit inside of her, and I fucking love to see it.
"It's the way of things."
"No, it's the way you forced upon us. Gave us no choice because we both know that in the real world, you'd be nothing. No woman would want to be your wife."
"You bitch! I'm—" The slide of my blade over an inch has his words cutting off.
"You're no one. That's who you are," Snow tells him.
“I have a feeling you’re not going where you think you are,” I tell Joseph, letting go of the knife. “Don’t want your blood on her.” With that, I snap his neck. His body hits the floor.
Snow stares at me with wide eyes for a long moment before she flings herself at me. I catch her easily, pulling her into me.
“I was so worried you were hurt or something.” She rains kisses down on my face. There is no disgust in her expression. It’s as though Joseph’s lifeless body isn’t even lying on the floor.
“You think I’d leave you to these fuckers?”
“No.” She gives me a watery smile.
“Don’t cry on me.”
“I’ll try not to.” She sniffles.
I step over Joseph’s body, carrying her back to the bedroom. She has seen enough fucked-up shit for a lifetime. My phone starts to go off in my pocket. I sit Snow down on the bed before I pull it out, knowing already it’s my brother.
It’s a text.
Ace: The Target is acquired.
Well, fuck me. He was only supposed to be doing recon.
“Ace has your sister.”
“What!? How do you know?”
I show her my phone.
“What does that even mean? How do you get that from a text? Can you call him?” Snow fires off one question after another.
“If he could call, he would. He's probably still on his way out.”
“Are you sure?” Tears start to stream down her face.
“Yes, I’m sure that’s what his message meant,” I reassure her. I know her tears are happy ones, but they still bother me.
“You really did it. Everything you promised me.” She wraps her arms around my neck, tugging me until I fall onto the bed on top of her. I start to speak, but she covers my mouth with her hand. “Last time you cut me off, so now it’s my turn.” She says this with a huge smile on her beautiful face. "I was so scared that if they took me away or something happened to you, I'd never get the chance to tell you that I love you too."
I never thought hearing her say those three little words would have such an impact on me. I should have known better when it comes to Snow.
“Say it again,” I all but demand it.
“I love you.” I close my eyes and savor the words.
“Then, marry me.”
“Of course I’ll marry you.” Her hands come up to my face. The same way I’ve done to hers so many times. “But what about the dead bodies?” Snow deadpans.
I throw back my head and laugh. She bursts into giggles under me, letting me know that Snow can not only handle my past but our future too.