Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Eventually that’s what I’d become, broken, though not under him. His uncle took this broken girl and kept me broken until I got into general slave population and started to find my feet. Sometimes in the early days when I knew Jason watched his uncle fucking me, I’d think that maybe Jason was just a victim like me.
But I now knew that he wasn’t. He was like a spoiled child whose toy got taken away before he was finished his game and he was still in a hissy fit about the fact that his uncle kept giving him his lumps.
I felt Dare’s hand on my back. I rolled over to look at him. He sat on the edge of the bed.
“You okay?”
“I can’t believe him,” I answered.
Dare swallowed hard and looked sad.
“Are you sad for me? Don’t be sad for me. Be sad for him. He isn’t sorry that happened to me. He’s sorry he lost. He wanted to be his uncle. He wanted to help run that place with me at his feet. He is evil. I didn’t love him, Dare. I never loved him. I dated him and yeah, I felt bad that he got punished having to watch them break me and watch his uncle…watch him abuse me, but Jase wasn’t distraught because he loved me. He was distraught because his toy was taken away. And he poisoned his uncle out of revenge and then he tried to take me from you. He could’ve killed you. You! Fuck, that motherfucking bastard could’ve hurt you!” I got to my feet and started bawling my eyes out. But this wasn’t broken tears; I was fucking pissed.
“That motherfucker!” I hollered and whipped the pillow across the room and then I whipped the other pillow and then a magazine, too.
“Baby,” Dare said, but I was in a blind rage, pacing.
“I need to hit something.”
“Angel, come here.”
“No Dare, I need to hit something, and I need to hit it hard.”
“Let’s go run. Running is good. It’s better than hurting your knuckles. C’mon, baby.”
Rage was bubbling, boiling over. I was having trouble thinking straight.
“Let’s put on your running shoes and run. C’mon.” He grabbed my hand, reached into the suitcase on the floor and grabbed sneakers for me and put them in front of me. He was dressed in jeans and boots. He kicked his boots off and got into a pair of sneakers, too.
I got the shoes on and then I started stretching as we descended the stairs and he grabbed two bottles of orange Gatorade and then we went outside. I glared at the barn where Jason was, and then focused my gaze forward, toward the trees. And then, we ran.
And as I ran, I felt angry, so angry, but I also felt free.
She had defied me when I said to come here. She said No to me. I’d never been so happy to hear the word No from a woman in my life. She was fighting mad. She was showing signs of not being broken but of having fight in her instead. And it was fucking awesome. It made me feel good. It gave me hope.
I ran a slow jog behind her and two of our guys took a slow jog behind me. I hoped this was the start of a turning point for her.
After a good hour of running we were back at the farmhouse and she was in the shower. I left her to it so she could get a few minutes alone.
Nino stopped in and told me he had Frost’s belongings from the guy’s room at the B&B he’d been staying at picked up. He handed me a suitcase and briefcase. He said there was a laptop and clothes, weapons, and cash. A lot of cash. I sent him with the laptop back to the barn so he could get Frost to give his login. It might help us to know what was on that laptop.
He came back ten minutes later, and it was open.
“It opened with his print,” Nino said. “I’ve adjusted the settings so there’s no longer a password.” He put it on the table.
She came down in those pjs of mine that she’d claimed and I got my shower and made a few quick calls upstairs. When I came down, she was on the back deck with Nino laughing and they were at the barbecue. He was flipping burgers and sausages.
She saw me come down and came back in and went to the counter where she was making a big salad. I kissed her and she smiled at me and then went back to chopping vegetables.
We ate outside with Nino and Tino at a picnic table and she was lighthearted with them and a good hostess. Then Nino and Tino walked over to the barn with food she’d dished out for the other security guards and for the prisoner. I didn’t bother telling her that Jason Frost wasn’t getting dinner. Instead, I talked to the guys outside for a few minutes and then said goodnight and went inside. She was finishing up cleaning the kitchen.