Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I ask him, moving further into the room. “It sounds like you want to say something to me. Like you think you know something, so spill it. Give me your final words.” You of my men come up on the side of me and finally the precariousness of his situation hits him.
I watch as he begins to stumble, shifting from foot to foot trying to figure out how he can regain the upper hand. “Ice him, Cain. I thought he was somebody, but this is a waste of our time.” Aurora says, turning to head back down the stairs.
“You got it boss.” His eyes get wide before he begins sputtering.
“No. Wait. I know who you were looking for and trust me you want to know what I..” Boom. The blast comes through the window, glass shatters all over the floor.
“Get down.” I shout, hoping like hell Aurora is on the floor. Sprinting to the window, I catch a shadowy figure disappear before turning back to see dozens of crying women snatching their babies out of the room.
“What the fuck was that?” Aurora asks, standing up. Rocco is in my ear screaming at me and I can’t take it. Snatching it out, I hand it to her.
“Talk to your husband.”
“Why the hell would they kill their own man?” Hart asks, tucking his Glock into his pants.
“He was about to tell me something…” Then I hear Aurora yell into the phone. “Rocco! Rocco what’s happening?” I snatch the comm from her fingers and put it in my ear. I am straining to hear something, anything but all I hear is static and before I know it we are all screeching out of the lot into the night.
“Cain hurry.”
“Tell me what you heard.” She won’t stop crying.
“He was fussing at me about being here, then I heard shooting and screaming and then everything went blank.” My mind is trying to process what she is saying but something doesn’t make sense.
“Who the hell would be dumb enough to break into the Sanctuary and then bring a war they can’t win to your doorstep. It’s…” I can’t find the right word.
“Suicidal.” She finishes my sentence. “It’s like they want to garner our attention but for what?” It takes my mind milliseconds to playback everything and I look at her, my entire body frozen with fear.
“Satine.” Aurora’s hand covers her mouth as she realizes what happened.
“It was all a distraction. A trap. It was to get us out of the house first and then to get them a way in. Cain, I’m so sorry.” Her hand touches my arm, but I can feel nothing. Piccola! What have I done?
Twenty-Two
Satine
Mmm. I have never been so exhausted as I have since we got here and more so lately. I love when he uses me until I pass out from exhaustion. During those sleeps I don’t dream. Well, I have nightmares to be more exact but not this time. I’m not sure what just awakened me, but the dream I was having was beautiful.
Footsteps shake my haze and I smile knowing my husband is home. “Babe, when did you get back?'' I call out sitting up slightly, letting my sheet drop. “Larabee?” I hear another step but something about it makes the hair on my neck stand. Suddenly aware that something is not right, I reach for the sheet only to be stopped cold by a voice I never wanted to hear again.
“I’m afraid ‘babe’ is not here, whore.” Clutching the sheet to my chest, I gasp when my father steps into my bedroom.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him, scrambling for my robe that is at the foot of the bed.
“What do you think? I came to take back the property that is rightfully mine.” I am trying to slide the slick fabric over my skin, but the fear has caused a layer of sweat and it is not complying so easily.
“I am not your property. I am his wife.” Sneering, he spits on the carpet.
“Whore! You married the first man to slip into your slutty cunt. Typical female. You were already given to someone of my choosing. They had no right. I paid them to return you to me. ME! Do you know how much I was promised for delivering you a virgin?”
“It’s too late. I am no longer a virgin. My husband made me a woman in every sense of the word.” I realize too late how close he has moved to me until his hand makes contact with my face.
“Dirty puta.” He spits once more calling me a slut. “You must fancy yourself lucky huh, living amongst these hooligans, these…bitches!”
“These women have ten times the balls you do.” He yells and lunges for me but then another voice interjects.