Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
I would have killed him for nothing.
For a split second, I considered turning the gun on Ricky, at that cold-blooded, hotheaded prick. I considered just killing him and dying alongside James. It would have been an honorable death.
But the rest of them would have lived, including Vic. And the girls would still have been shipped off. Ricky dying, and maybe one of his henchmen--it wouldn’t have been enough to take them down.
And James said it. He said the one word that meant I needed to pull the trigger.
Criminal.
I swallow the whiskey straight from the bottle this time. My head hurts and my throat burns, but my heart hurts more. I’m in too deep to turn back now.
I need to end this, and the date for the sale is quickly approaching. I know it is.
For him, I’ll make sure they all die. I’ll make sure they pay.
I hear the floor creak above the study. She got out of bed. I grind my teeth, hating the position I’m in.
When I saw her, I thought for a moment I’d done it. I thought I’d pointed the gun at the real enemy, that I’d died. She looked like an angel with her white sweater and sun-kissed skin. Her eyes pleaded with me to save her. They were taking her from me. My angel.
I look down into my empty glass.
There’s no angel out there for me.
If I’d left her there with them, I know what they would have done. I know they would have beaten her and used her body. They would have passed her around before selling her off.
They would have broken her, just like they’ve done with so many others. I couldn’t let it happen, but now I’ve fucked myself.
I’ve been trained on what to expect. I know what I need to do so they’ll believe me and let me in closer.
I have to break her myself.
Olivia
I hear him coming down the hall, and my head whips to the door. Fuck! I bolt to the bed. I don’t have a damn thing to arm myself with.
I get under the covers and lie there. But then I remember the knob. Motherfucking fucker! I want to scream. I ball my hands into fists under the covers and squeeze my eyes shut as the door creaks open.
Why am I so fucking stupid?
I stay as still as possible as he moves closer to the bed. I hear his footsteps as he approaches and my stomach sinks. At the same time though my pussy clenches at the threat of him taking his anger out on me. My cheeks flame. I don’t know what’s wrong with me that I could want something so demeaning.
The bed dips with his heavy weight and my body rolls slightly, even though I’m stiff.
I bite down hard on my lip.
My mind runs away with the most sexual images. I don’t want this. But some sick part of me does.
A sob rips up my throat, and I wish it hadn’t. His hand lands softly on my hip, and I just barely resist the urge to take a swing at him and push him away from me. I could try to run again. I should try to run again. But at the same time, the thought of him pinning me down makes me equally turned on and fearful.
“I should punish you.” His calm, deep voice stops my thoughts where they were.
I shudder and curl slightly away from him.
“Do you think what you’ve done wasn’t defying me?” he asks in an even voice.
His weight shifts and he lifts off the bed. I don’t turn to see what he’s doing, but my eyes pop open wide and my breathing pauses as I realize what he's noticed. I hear him snort and push the dresser drawer in.
Fuck. Fuck. He walks over to the window and moves the curtains.
I left a fucking trail for him. I feel him behind me and I want to cower, but I remain still.
“I asked you a question.” His voice is soft, as though there’s no threat. But I know there is.
I take a ragged breath. “Yes.”
“Yes, you thought you weren’t defying me?” he asks with a lowered tone, daring me to confirm what he’s said. I hesitate to answer. I don’t know what to say.
In a flash he rips the sheets from me and I cower from him. My body trembles as he grips my hips and brings me closer to him. My pussy heats, and I can’t stand it. I hate how my body is betraying me. I shouldn’t be so turned on by him, but I can't help the effect he's having on me.
“Please!” I cry out as I resist the urge to fight him.
He whispers in my ear, “What did you think would happen, Olivia?”
I shake my head. I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing, and it angers him.