Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
I step up to Celeste and bend so my face is in front of hers. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
Celeste shakes her head.
I grab her ear and place my blade behind it. “Do as I say, or I’ll take this ear.”
Truth be told, it doesn’t matter if she does what I want or not in the grand scheme of things because I plan to skin her like a fish.
Celeste opens her mouth, assuming the meek one won’t do anything bad to her. She probably thinks I’ll spit in her mouth or on her face. Instead, I lift the knife and stab it through her tongue and into the wooden table.
Celeste gargles another scream, yanking her head back instinctively and slicing her tongue in half. Blood pours from her mouth in rivulets as she stares in horror at the inch of flesh from her tongue pinned on the table.
I step toward her, and she retreats until her back hits the wall behind her. Crowding her, I hold the knife under her eye and drag it across her face, making a superficial cut on her cheek. “You’re going to shut your mouth while we finish what we started.” Celeste's eyes widen, and she nods as unintelligible words tumble from her mouth. “I’m going to take that as a “Yes, sir.’”
My hand twitches with the need to cut until her crimson blood surrounds me. I don’t think about what I’m about to do. I simply walk over to Benjamin, shove the blade of my knife up his rectum, and pull up. Benjamin’s mouth opens in a silent scream. I watch in morbid satisfaction as streams of blood cascade down his legs and flow onto the floor, creating a red pool by his overpriced leather shoes.
River grips my hand and pulls it back, the bloody knife now covered with chunks of flesh. “Why the fuck did you do that? You ruined my fun.” He glares at me, his bottom lip jutting in an absurd pout. “Get off your son, Benji.”
Benjamin shuffles away from David, and River swings the ax, severing David from his rectum to his ribcage. David bleeds out in a gush, and his guts splatter on the floor. He convulses before his body goes limp.
“You think he’s still alive?” River asks conversationally.
“David!” Benjamin screams his son’s name right before River decapitates him. His head rolls along the ground and comes to rest at Celeste’s feet.
River shrugs. “I was getting bored.” His lips turn up in a sinister smile as he turns and focuses on Celeste. “Who’s next?”
Chapter Fourteen
Ella
“You called the crew?” River asks Alaric as he gets in the limo.
Alaric smiles as he puts his arms around me, pulling me close. “They were already at the club on standby.”
River taps his ax on Celeste’s leg, winking at her. “Good lookin’ out. That was smart of your boy, huh, Celeste?”
Blood still drips from Celeste’s mouth. Maybe she’ll choke on it. Her arms shake as she grips the leather seat. She’s scared, but she doesn’t want us to realize it. It’s not every day that the three people you believed you controlled disobey you and slice off half of your tongue.
Hands grab my waist and haul me away from Alaric.
River.
He lines up the tip of his cock with my entrance. “You don’t mind, do you, Ella? This shit always makes me horny, and Asher and Alaric can’t step in because they need to keep their eyes on our evil stepmother.”
“No,” I whisper as I impale myself on his cock. “I don’t mind.”
Celeste glares at me, and I see her desire to flay me with demeaning words.
“Why don’t you tell Mommy dearest what you think of her, Ella?” River suggests.
Celeste’s glare darkens. Her wrath is directed solely at me. I’m the interloper who ruined her insignificant life. She’s too arrogant to blame her callousness for the misfortune that’s befallen her.
“How does it feel to know I have your boys and you have nothing?” I ask as I bounce on River’s dick. “They despise you, and they love me.”
“Fuck, yes, we do,” River says as he smacks my ass.
I wasn’t sure if I’d gone too far by declaring their love for me when they hadn’t told me themselves. But they didn’t need to say the words. I knew they cared because they showed me. Sure, it might be in a fucked up, unconventional way, but my men would do anything to protect me, even at the risk of their own lives.
Celeste makes inaudible noises as she struggles to free herself from her wrist restraints. She must know that these are her final moments, yet she still struggles for freedom, thinking she can win.
“Don’t believe me, Celeste?” I taunt. “Ask them. Ask your boys who they love. Ask them if they’ll kill me for you.”