Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
He drops something into my open mouth and before I can spit it out, the one straddling me lets go of my cheeks to place his gloved-covered hand over my mouth. My body convulses as I choke on whatever it is. The taste of chalk makes me gag.
“Swallow them.” The one standing by the couch orders and tears fall from the corners of my eyes. Them? What did they give me? How many are there?
He kneels down, reaches around the guy that’s still straddling my waist, and slides his hand through the collar of my shirt, stretching it out. His hand dips inside of my bra and pinches my pierced nipple, making me scream into the other guy’s glove that’s still covering my mouth.
The fresh tears blur my vision when I feel the pills finally slip down the back of my throat, and I can’t fight the sob that shakes my shoulders “That’s a good girl,” the one playing with my breast praises me. He removes his hand from my shirt and speaks, “Now we wait. You’ll be begging to swallow our cocks in no time.”
SIN
I THROW MY phone down and begin to pace. “She’s ignoring me.”
“You need to take it easy,” Tyson urges.
I snort. “We’ve been branded before.”
Gavin scoffs. “That’s more than a brand. Hell, it looked like you slit your wrists in a suicide attempt.”
Picking up my cell, I grit my teeth to not give them the satisfaction of being right. It rings in my hand, and I immediately answer it. “Elli—”
“Hello, Sin.”
A cold chill runs up my spine at the voice I recognize. I hoped to never hear it again. Pulling the phone from my ear, I see UNKNOWN written on it and place it on speaker. I turn toward Tyson so he can hear. “What the fuck do you want?”
A dark chuckle carries through the room. “That’s no way to talk to a man who gave you freedom.”
“You didn’t give me anything. A soul for a soul,” I grind out.
“How’s your girl?”
I stiffen and I hear Nick curse under his breath as he begins to pace. “What the fuck did you just say?” I grip the phone tighter.
“Ellington. It would be a shame for something to happen to your wife,” he says, sounding bored as fuck. Like he’s sitting in a chair, feet propped up on a desk while staring at a drink in his hand.
“You son of a bitch!” I shout, and Tyson pries the cell from my grip. “Let me speak to her,” I demand.
Tyson raises his hand to me, putting the phone to his mouth. “Where is she?” he asks, sounding much calmer than me. He doesn’t care what happens to her. He doesn’t love her.
The guy laughs again. “Since when did you become the father of the younger Lords, Ty?” he asks. “You gave up your title to babysit. Sounds beneath you, if you ask me. You had so much potential”
Tyson’s jaw flexes but he refuses to acknowledge that. “You have no use for her.”
“Oh, I could think of a lot of ways to make her useful…”
“I’ll fucking kill you!” I rush Tyson to grab the phone, but Nick pulls me back while Tyson moves out of the way at the same time. My teeth grind at the pain I feel in my chest while Nick’s hands pull my skin, taking my breath away for a split second.
“Does the kid not track his pet?” He makes a tsking sound. “Ty, man, you’re disappointing us. You need to teach these younger Lords how to handle their whores.”
Tyson looks at me, arching a brow, and I nod quickly. Shrugging my shoulders, Nick lets go of me and I raise my hands, letting him know I’m not about to tackle Tyson to the floor. I need to know where she is first.
Stepping over to Tyson, he hands me the phone and I don’t hang up, but back out of the call to go to the app that I track her phone on. “It’s turned off,” I growl. She must have shut it off after I called her.
“I suggest if you get her back, that you place a tracker inside of her,” he goes on. “Phones can be manipulated.”
“Where the fuck is she?” I’m screaming so loud, my throat hurts. My entire body is shaking. Or that could be the adrenaline. I feel like I’m back at Carnage in the room, tied up, and needing to fight but unable to.
The thought of getting her back with 666 branded into her skin makes me want to vomit. I’ll have Gavin knock her out while I remove it… My head snaps up to Tyson as a thought hits me and I stiffen.
“What?” he mouths.
All I can do is stare at him. I branded her. The Lords’ crest on her thigh. They’ll remove it. Cut her open like a fish while she hangs there in the cold room. I can’t let that happen to her. Swallowing what little pride I have left, I say, “What do you want?” They wouldn’t have called me. Otherwise, they would have just taken her.