Touch of Chaos Read Online Cassandra Hallman

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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“I can’t say you’re wrong because I don’t know that you are,” he admits before scrubbing both hands over his face. This has taken a toll on him. “If you’re going to help him, that means spending time with him. Which means you have the tracker implanted.”

He’s not going to let this go. I guess if I were in his place, I wouldn’t let it go, either. Besides, I did tell myself I would always listen to him from now on if I made it out of that compound, and here I am. You don’t forget an experience like that. Knowing they were going to hurt me, knowing nobody had the first idea where I was. If it hadn’t been for Ren showing up, I would still be there. Whether or not I’d be alive is another story.

Dad is still looking at me expectantly. “Well?” he prompts, snapping me back to the present. “Do I have your consent? Will you allow the tracker to be implanted?”

That’s the thing. That’s all I’m looking for. The opportunity to consent. He might be backing me into a corner here—I don’t exactly have a choice. But I could say no and face the consequences. Right now, I don’t care about the consequences. I just want to see Ren.

“Yes. Let’s do it.” Because it’s already been too long since I’ve had a few moments with him, and it’s breaking my heart to imagine him all alone.

A look of relief takes a few years off his face. “I thought you would be reasonable. You’ll be glad to know I’ve already prepared.” He pulls out his phone and types a quick message while continuing, “We’ll have this taken care of in a few minutes.”

“Right now?”

“I didn’t think you would want to wait,” he says before glancing up from his device. “And I know I’ll sleep much better once it’s in there, and we know it’s working.” The disapproval in his voice makes me cringe, but there’s no time to explain myself before the door opens and a stranger walks in, escorted by one of the guards.

The next thing I know, I’m led to a chair and asked to pull the top of my shirt down so the doctor—at least, that’s what I assume he is—can access my shoulder. “I’m going to give you a little something to numb the area,” he explains after swabbing me with alcohol. Dad turns away, staring out the window with his hands clasped behind his back. Funny how a man like him who has shed more blood than I even want to know about can’t stand watching something like this.

I suck in a breath when there’s pressure. Not pain, but it feels weird just the same. No wonder they wanted me unconscious when they did this the first time. How else could they have implanted it without me knowing?

“All done.” The entire process took less than a minute. Now there is gauze taped over the small wound, and he explains how to keep everything clean and dry until it heals. “It shouldn’t take more than a day or two, but be sure to let somebody know if you feel heat or pain at the site.”

“Thank you.” Even with whatever he injected into my muscle, there is definite soreness that wasn’t there when I first came into the room.

It doesn’t matter. It’s ironic, feeling freer than I have in a long time, even with a tracking device implanted in my body. Dad tests it on his phone, and I watch relief wash over his face when it works. I really had him worried.

“Can I go downstairs now?” I’m practically jumping out of my skin. I’m so eager to see Ren.

“Those were the terms. Whenever you please.” He doesn’t have to like it, though, and he clearly doesn’t. But I held up my end of the bargain.

Not wanting to leave without a thank you, I walk back around the desk and give my father a quick hug. He wraps his arms around me and squeezes gently.

Once he releases me, I can’t move fast enough, almost running from the room and jogging down the hall. I’m coming. I didn’t abandon you.

“Scarlet?” Mom is on her way down the stairs when I cross through the entry hall. “Did you see your father? Is everything all right?”

How did it take me so long to put it all together? “Thank you.” Once she reaches the bottom of the stairs, I throw my arms around her.

She laughs in confusion before asking, “What did I do? What’s this for?”

“I know you must’ve talked to him. He would never have agreed to let me see Ren if you didn’t push him for a decision.”

She pulls back and tucks hair behind my ears before taking my chin in her hand. “Sometimes, our men need a little prodding,” she whispers. “Now go. Don’t let me stop you.”


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