Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
I begin to approach him as I reach for the hem of my dress once again, to which he raises a brow.
“Can’t say I’ve had trash for a long time.”
He did not say that.
Did he?
He just called me trash.
Fuck him, the asshole.
“Can’t say I’ve had fucked-up, asshole maniac either, but look where we are.” His legs uncross and spread before him at my words. “And that’s saying something for a whore,” I spit at him. Lucas sucks in a breath, taking two swift steps up to me. His hand lands on my hip and he grips it hard before it slides it down over my ass.
“Where are your panties, whore?”
I inch closer to his face, so we are almost nose-to-nose. “In my last customer’s pocket.” I smirk. It’s a lie, but he doesn’t have to know that.
“You’ve already finished work for the day, then. That means I can abuse this cunt?” His hand goes to slide around to my bare pussy, but I stop him.
“That’s a no.” With my other hand, I pull my dress up. He looks down between us, and as he does, I lean in and bite his cheek.
“Love bites. Can’t say I’ve had those for a while,” he growls in my ear, and that’s exactly where I need his attention to be.
I take a deep breath and do the stupidest thing I could possibly ever do, and that’s really saying something. I pull the knife out of the strap on my leg and bring it to his throat, adjusting my body out of his grasp.
“You can’t afford me,” I tell him. “And I know better than to give it away for free.” I look him up and down, as he’s done to me. “Especially to you.”
A slow and steady smirk touches his lips, and he moves closer to me, the knife pressing into his skin. I watch in horror as he pushes more and more until blood starts seeping slowly from his neck, forming little droplets.
“If you plan to pull a knife on me, you’d better back it up.”
I press harder, feeling it cut deeper.
Do I really plan to kill a member of the mafia? Especially when they all know what I look like.
“You are scum.”
“Coming from a prostitute,” he bites back.
Yes, I may sell myself for money, but there’s a reason why I am this way. One he would never understand.
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, I plan to fuck you. Maybe not today, but mark my words, I’ll be between those legs in no time.” He licks his lips and takes a step back from me, the knife removing from his flesh. I see the blood dripping down his throat into the opening of his shirt, and he makes no move to clean it away. He simply reaches behind him and picks up a cigar, putting it to his lips as he watches me. “If I were you, I’d run before I change my mind.” He clicks his tongue.
I back away until my ass hits the door, then I reach for the handle and turn without a second’s hesitation. As soon as it opens, I’m out. The bartender smiles at me as I run, my feet aching and my heels clicking, but I don’t stop until I’m safely in my car. The stupid thing starts, which I thank the stars for.
As soon as I get to the shitty apartment complex I call home, I take the stairs to the second floor and swing the door open to find my brother sitting in front of the television with a bag of popcorn open, watching a movie.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” I scream at him.
He jumps in surprise, popcorn flying everywhere, as his head whips toward me.
I slam the door and storm over to him, shoving my hand in his face. “You little shit. I fucking warned you.”
Brody rolls his eyes and focuses back on his movie.
“I had to,” he mutters.
“Had to?” I bite back.
“Yes. You aren’t happy. I know you do what you do because of me. And he pays well,” Brody states, simply, still not looking my way.
“It doesn’t matter if I’m happy. I didn’t sign a deal with the monster,” I reply.
“You didn’t? Seems to me you did. You’ve been saying all month it’s your last night. Yet, here you are.” He waves his hand up and down, making a point about my outfit.
“The money’s too good to pass up.” The words leave me on a stolen breath. It’s an excuse but also the truth. Working at a small clothing boutique during the day just isn’t cutting it. Feeding two people and paying for a roof over our heads requires extra cash.
“Well, so is mine.” Brody pulls out a wad of cash from his pocket and throws it on the floor. “Now, quit like you said you were going to because I can help now.”