Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Looks like you’ve hit the jackpot, little one. Tonight, you’ll go to your new home. I’m sorry you can’t see your precious daddy, but perhaps one day when you’re both dead, rotting in hell, you’ll meet again.”
“Fuck you!” I don’t know where my voice comes from, but the mention of my father only spurs me on. I’ve been silent for a long while. It’s been two weeks since I spoke to him like this. Each time I’ve been questioned, it’s been by Coffee.
His dark eyes seem to light up at my words. “Open your goddamn mouth,” he hisses at me. I know what I’ve done. I’ve angered him, and there’s only one way he handles that. Once the door is shut, he smirks down at me evilly. His eyes glower with rage.
His hands fist my red tresses in a violent grip. The hold so tight I cry out in pain. I must look like a forgotten toy on the side of the road. He shoves his zipper down and pulls out his flaccid dick. It’s not small by any means. You’d think an asshole like this would be, but no, even soft he’s able to choke me. He drops me on the floor, against the cold concrete wall. My head slams into the stone so hard I see stars.
“I said, open your fucking mouth,” he grunts, and I do. There’s nothing I can say to stop this. As soon as my lips part, his cock slams into my mouth. I feel it jolt and thicken as he assaults my face. Back and forth, until moments later, he’s rock-hard.
The tip hits the back of my throat, sliding farther, and I’m sure they can see the shape of it in my throat. He grunts and groans above me, one hand holding onto my hair, the other bracing himself against the wall. His hips piston into me painfully as he fucks my throat, and I feel it, the bile rising. I try to push him away, but I can’t. He’s too strong.
He grips my nose closed and forces his cock so far down my throat I retch violently. My stomach convulses. I see stars. It’s dark, but the white pinpricks that dance behind my eyelids taunt me. The burning liquid, which was the meagre lunch I was fed only four hours ago, falls from my mouth and drenches my bare skin.
Tears stream down my cheeks, and I fall limp against the wall.
“You filthy bitch,” he barks at me. Pulling his cock from my mouth, he jerks himself while he insults me. “You love being fucked, don’t you? Little slut.” His words are painful, vile, and degrading. “Stupid bitch likes me using her holes.” I know why he’s doing this. He can’t get off without being an evil piece of shit. Then I feel the jets of hot semen painting my broken body. I curl up as he turns to walk out of the cell. “Clean her up for tonight.”
It’s the last thing I remember as I pass out.
CHAPTER SIX
DRAKE
As soon as I hang up from the call with Thanos, I smile up at River. After what Harper told us, I knew there was only one thing I could do, and that’s buy her sister from the man who stole her from me. The plan is set in motion. We’re scheduled to meet with William for a dinner, and he confirmed what we already knew — he’s holding the girl there.
Soon, I’ll gut the fucker, and Caia will be safe with her sister. And me. The thought leaps into my mind unbidden. Do I really want to keep her for myself? Will she even want me? No, it’s stupid to think she’ll choose to stay with me. My father hurt her far beyond repair, and I stood by and watched it happen. The only thing I can do once I’ve freed her is to let her go. To allow her to live the life she missed out on.
“It’s all set up?” River questions.
Nodding, I pick up the tumbler and swallow the liquid. “Yes. We’ll get her out of there and then we’ll give both girls new identities. Set that up and get the passports ready.”
My best friend nods. “Sure, that’s the easy part. If Thanos’s guards—”
“I’ll kill the lot of them.” I’m adamant my plan won’t fail. William Thanos will never see the light of day again; I’ll ensure that. And those assholes that follow him around like puppies will meet their maker as well.
“I know you will. I don’t doubt you, but I want to be there,” River tells me. When I meet his gaze, I know why he wants to be there. The man we’re about to take down stole a lot from us.
The day my father died, I knew River felt a sense of peace. I could see it in his eyes. The past will soon be behind us, a distant memory, and I’ll ensure my best friend gets his vengeance.