Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Quite a grip you’ve got,” I say. “But it won’t get you anywhere here. Stay away from all of them…or I’ll fucking kill you.”
My words aren’t even menacing. I say them matter-of-factly. I’ve found they have more effect that way.
Let them think I’m a little off my rocker. Let them think whatever they want.
All I need to do is watch my back, and the backs of the rest of the men on my block.
Not too difficult.
Not for Savage.
42
SAVANNAH
“You’re not coming anywhere near me!” I glance around quickly, looking for something, anything, to use as a weapon.
I pick up the Jane Austen I was reading, using it as a shield.
“Put that down, Savvy,” Miles says. “Eat your damned dinner. I can’t have you fainting from hunger.”
He’s right. I can’t faint. I want to be completely conscious for whatever he has in mind for me. If I’m unconscious, I can’t fight back.
“Eat,” he says again.
I take the tray and set it on the small table in the living area.
A fork.
Good.
And a spoon.
No knife.
The salmon is flaky and doesn’t require a knife. Not that he would have given me one anyway.
I force myself to ingest the food. All of it. And the water.
I rise. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
He blocks the door to the bedroom. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Would you rather I piss on you?”
I regret my words as soon as I say them. With my luck, I just turned Miles on with that threat.
“Fine. Go.”
I head into the bedroom to the bathroom and close the door.
Of course there’s no lock.
And of course he can see everything I’m doing anyway.
Fucking cameras.
Is it really that important to watch me take a crap?
And I’m glad I ate the food. Already I’m feeling stronger. Healthier.
I made a deal, and I’ll see it through, but I won’t make this easy or enjoyable for him.
Then I laugh out loud.
Enjoyable for him? He’s already enjoying this. Whether I lie like a dead fish or fight him to the end, he’ll enjoy it. He’ll get off.
I flush the toilet and look in the mirror once more. I see myself as whoever is watching me sees me.
A pawn.
A weakling.
A mere thing.
I can’t escape. I made my choice.
I chose the wellbeing of Falcon over my own wellbeing.
And as much as I hate what’s about to happen to me, I can’t bring myself to regret it.
I leave the bathroom, enter the bedroom—
Miles is there already, standing by the bed, naked, his hard cock jutting out and ready.
I swallow, forcing the food to remain in my stomach.
I lie on the bed, and he lifts my satin gown, hovers over me, his face menacing.
“Tonight you’re mine, Savannah Gallo. Welcome to hell.”