Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
She nods and does as she is told. She can be a good girl sometimes. And I can be an absolute beast of a man.
Trent is being kept in the basement, in a space custom designed for this sort of business. Every single surface is wipeable, and there are no corners in which things like blood and brain matter can get trapped.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He curses the question at me as I step into the room with him. He is tied to a chair in the very middle of it all, and apparently captivity does not agree with him.
I can see what she might have seen in him at the outset. He’s a handsome boy in some ways. He has a vicious temperament that shows through his features, hard and hawkish. A bad boy. Charlie isn’t the first to fall for this sort of asshole, and she won’t be the last.
What I do like is the fact that he’s not going to have the brains to hide anything from me.
“How do you know Charlie?”
He looks at me and snorts. “She’s just a stupid slut, you know?”
Interesting choice of words, given this young man is possibly one of the most stupid people I have ever met. Killing him almost feels unfair. It’s like killing an animal too dumb to understand the consequences of his actions.
“The two of you used to live together.”
“Yeah. She was my girlfriend.”
“Why did you break up?”
“She was a bitch.”
I restrain the urge to beat the hell out of him. “In what way?”
“She was always nagging and talking about boring things. She was obsessed with rich guys.”
“She was obsessed with rich men? You mean she was wanting to date them?” I play dumb to draw him out, hoping he tells me something I don’t already know.
“Not date them. She wanted to know all about them. She was obsessed. Had all these theories. Kept talking about them all the time. Never talked about anything else. Said they were all corrupt. Said she was going to expose them. Guess she just ended up exposing herself.”
That play on words is entirely accidental, a bitter comment from an angry man.
“So I got over it, you know? I wanted a woman who was going to be with me, not go through trash from rich dudes.”
“She went through trash?”
Trent laughs. “She went through everything. She followed some of them around. Got a job as a waitress in one of those fancy restaurants and used to pretend to forget her pen and then it would record their conversations.”
The hair on the back of my neck is starting to slowly stand erect. I knew Charlie was a passionate, smart, and intense young woman who decided to target me for her little investigation. I did not realize that her interests had been pursued so deeply prior to being brought into my little trap. We really are a perfect pair, she and I.
“She was so weird,” he continues. “Sucked a mean cock, though. Have you fucked her mouth yet?”
This time I don’t restrain myself.
CHAPTER 8
Charlie
I wake up from a nap. After I got home with Marcus, I had a shower and laid down. It was a shock to see Trent again and to be accosted by him. Being rescued by Marcus made me feel like the safest person in the world. I don’t think I’ll ever have to worry about anybody else ever again. I stretch and roll over, just as the door to the bedroom opens.
“Good. You’re awake.”
Marcus enters the room. He’s in his shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His forearms ripple as he adjusts them, then tucks his shirt back into the top of his pants. His waist is so trim and powerful. His shoulders are so broad. There’s a curl of dark hair threatening to fall into his eyes before he pushes it back into the dense mop of hair.
He looks as though he has been working out, though I know he wouldn’t work out in that kind of clothing. It’s a bit of a mystery. There is a certain look in his eye that makes my adrenaline spike just a little. It’s a danger. A wildness.
“I am,” I say, sitting up and hugging my knees to my chest. I’m wearing a camisole and panties, not enough to feel protected by my clothing—though no amount of clothing could ever really protect me from him.
“I think you and I and your ex-boyfriend should have a little talk,” he says.
“Oh?” I’m surprised to hear that. I wouldn’t have thought he’d let Trent anywhere near me. There’s a small part of me that wondered if Trent was even still alive.
“Get dressed,” he says.
There’s something short and clipped about the way he is speaking. I do as I am told quickly and follow him out to the elevator. I don’t ask questions, even though I want to ask a thousand of them. At this point, I know the less I say, the better.