Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 102546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
I’m a senior in college. Emilee is a sophomore. Her parents still think she’s a virgin. There’s not a hole I haven’t fucked on her body. I open my passenger side door for her, and she falls into it.
I shut it and walk around to the driver’s side. Starting it up, I pull out of the parking spot, and she’s already leaning over, unzipping my jeans. “Wait,” I tell her, pushing her away. We’re not far from my house.
Sitting up, she sighs heavily. The last thing I need is her puking all over us. “You—”
The side of my car is hit, cutting off her words, followed by a scream. I smell smoke, and my face stings. I reach out for her, but I hear the sound of metal grinding to my left. Then there are hands on me. I’m pulled from the car. I can’t see. Everything blurry. My eyes burn. I can hear Emilee screaming in the far distance, but I can’t get to her. “Em—“
Pain explodes up the side of my arm, and I roll away from it. Something hits me in the back, taking what little breath I had left away. Blood fills my mouth, and I start to cough. What feels like hands grab at me, and I hear a snap, followed by unimaginable pain. Then everything goes black.
Richard’s laughter brings me back to the present. “You never did find those guys who dragged you out of your car and beat the shit out of you, did you?” he asks.
No. I woke up in the hospital after emergency surgery, found out I had a broken arm among other injuries. But it was over. The one thing I ever wanted was no longer a possibility. My baseball career had ended. As far as I knew, so had my life.
“Funny what you’ll do for money,” he adds, smiling up at me. “Your father paid those men five hundred dollars. Total. To take you out.”
Silence follows. My heart picks up at his words. I always knew I was a target that night. I just didn’t know why. I thought maybe it was someone from college. Or I’d fucked one of them up before and it was retaliation. But I never thought my own father was behind it.
His laughter fills the room. “You think he gave a fuck about your baseball career? He had a hundred million on the line with John. You were worth nothing to him unless you took your place at Kingdom and married the Mafia princess. Then the bastard died. And well, John knew his chance at Kingdom was over.”
Cross steps back into him. The lit Zippo at his neck once again. “It was you. You were the one who called in the anonymous tip to Marsha.” That was who the news reported Mia to be—Mafia princess. “But why? You said she was the best-kept secret? Why would you out her to the world?”
He clenches his mouth, refusing to answer that.
“Enemies.” Grave is the one who speaks. “If the world knew who Bones was with, it would put a target on his head. Every enemy he ever had would come after him, knowing she would be his weakness.”
Richard wanted me dead so he could take my Queen. That’s the only way he was going to get her. Over my dead body. I’ll never give her up. And I don’t plan on dying any time soon to give him that opportunity. So I’ll do what needs to be done.
“Bones?” Grave gets my attention, placing his hand on my shoulder, and I jump back.
Richard laughs at my unease, knowing he’s gotten to me. It’s time to end this. My queen is waiting for me at our house, in our bed. And I want to be there, holding her, fucking her. Reminding myself that I may have failed her before, but it won’t happen again. I will be the one she can count on.
Going over to the cabinet, I open it up and grab what I need before going to stand behind Richard. He’s trying to look over his shoulder to see me on either side but is unsuccessful. I grip the concertina wire at each end and then start wrapping it around his neck.
He’s shouting, blood instantly running down his neck and chest as I wrap it around three times. Once satisfied that I’ve done it enough, I hold the ends, feeling the sharp blades digging into my palms. But I don’t let go. Instead, I pull on it harder, watching them cut up his neck like it is my hands. “I’m going to hold this here until you slit your own throat.” I growl through gritted teeth.
“If I was you, I’d make it quick,” Titan adds, and Grave laughs.
His body thrashes in the chair for only a minute before he stops, and then it sags. I let go of the wire, and it doesn’t move, the blades now embedded into his neck doing exactly what I intended.