Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Now it was just a pile of garbage.
The only building that was spared was the stable.
Horses were fine.
The men grabbed what women they could and sent them off to our headquarters to hold in the meantime. But we’d lost over half of our labor. We’d lost a quarter of the guards in the fire.
And we lost every single ounce of the drugs.
I walked through the rubble, passed the men who’d stayed and waited for my arrival. Some of them rummaged in the cabins to see if anything could be salvaged. Others were being treated by the doctor, their broken arms wrapped in casts. Soot was all over their faces, burns on their skin.
They all looked at me as I made my entrance to the camp, aware of my presence the second I left my horse.
But my eyes were on only one man. Like the aim of a sniper, my eyes pierced his skin like fucking bullets. My gait quickened the closer I came, rage taking over my body, my mind fading because reason lost all control.
He watched me approach, his eyes strong but his posture weak, like he knew what was coming and accepted it. He had a few scratches and marks on his face, but other than that, he looked perfectly fine.
He shouldn’t be fine.
When I made it to him, I stopped and stared. My jaw trembled uncontrollably because I was just so angry, so angry that there wasn’t enough room inside my body to contain it all. I felt the headache pounding in my temples because the fury hadn’t calmed once since I’d gotten that goddamn phone call. Tendons stretched in my hands, my flexed muscles pulled on all my bones, and I resisted the very real temptation to kill him. “Everything I built is ash—because of you.”
His face tinted red because of his own anger, his eyes penetrating with rage, just as angry as I was that she did this.
“The cabins. The drugs. The men. Because of you.” I got in his face. “Because you helped her. You didn’t just humiliate yourself. You humiliated me.” I inhaled a deep breath and kept my hands to myself even though I actually wanted to kill the only family I had left. “You lied to me—for someone who turned around and stabbed you in the back the second she had the opportunity.
His breathing intensified, like my speech angered him even more.
“She will pay for this—”
“Kill her.” He said it with such conviction, spit flying from his mouth.
Nothing would give me greater pleasure than killing her, but that wasn’t an option. “You will rebuild this camp, with your own money, and it will be better than it was before. You will pay me for everything I lost. I will bring that cunt back here to work for the rest of her life…since she loves it so much.”
The vein in his forehead popped, like her servitude wasn’t enough for what she’d done.
Even in my rage, I pitied him. Because I knew exactly how it felt to trust a woman—and have her turn on you the second the opportunity presented itself. To lie beside her every night and believe it meant something, and then for her to turn around and bite you like a fucking snake. His humiliation and pain seemed like enough punishment. His hatred was enough to make him forget about this woman who didn’t deserve his obsession in the first place.
But I had to punish him. “The only reason I will spare your life is because you’re my brother—and I haven’t forgotten what that means to us. You’ve been disloyal to me, but my loyalty to you continues. I hope this moment has taught you a lesson that you’d obviously forgotten.”
He dropped his gaze for the first time—ashamed.
“But I have to punish you. I wouldn’t respect myself if I didn’t.”
He looked at me again, facing it head on.
I pulled out my knife then nodded to my guards. “Hold him down.”
The guards were eager to force him into the chair, one of the few things that had survived the fire, and restrained his hands.
Magnus didn’t fight. A calm defeat was in his gaze.
I held my knife at the ready. “Drop his pants.”
Surprise and fear moved into his gaze when he realized what was about to happen, the punishment we reserved for the worst betrayals. But he still didn’t fight. He breathed harder and let them reveal his nudity.
I stepped forward, and with a straight face, I held the knife to the flesh.
He breathed harder and harder, but he refused to look weak.
I looked at him before I sliced through the skin. “You can thank her for this next time you see her.”
Five
A Promise Kept
Melanie
As the months passed, life became more normal.
I worked as a barista in a coffee shop, and even though I was bad at my job, the manager didn’t fire me. My salary wasn’t much, but it was enough to cover half the rent, along with food and utilities.