Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Truth is, I want to fucking hold her.
I want to kiss away her tears and wash away the sweat and filth I’ve managed to create on her.
I want to keep her and own her and play with her.
I want to love her.
Which is why I really need to fucking get rid of her.
“Let me deal with her,” Filter grinds out, pacing in front of my desk.
I crack my neck and swallow down the rage. “No.”
“Prez,” he starts, pinning me with a glare. “I’m here to be your backup, man. To protect you…”
“From a little girl?” I spit out.
“From yourself, asshole.”
I bristle at his words. “I don’t need protecting. I know what I’m doing.”
“Do you, though? You kidnapped her for revenge only to rescue her from the slaughterhouse. All night long, you held her like she was a fucking kid having a nightmare. This morning you wake up pissed at yourself, seeking guidance from your brothers. We fucking guide you. Then, you undo all the goddamn pep talk shit we went through just to fuck her so loud the whole house heard. Now what? Is she a prisoner or your old lady, because I’m getting real confused, man.”
I don’t take lightly to disrespect, but this is Filter. He never loses his cool with me. Ever. If he’s flipping his shit, it’s out of worry for me. I get it. I really do. I just don’t give a shit.
“I know what I’m doing,” I state again, my tone firm.
He runs his fingers through his golden hair and lets out a frustrated breath. “All right. Based on the fierce as fuck look in your eyes, I’m going back to treating her like your old lady.”
I don’t confirm or deny his words.
I’m not sure what Hadley is to me. When it’s us, alone, it feels good and right and fucking perfect. But when I let myself think about the past and the transgressions against me by her father and her dead boyfriend’s fuckface dad, I want to use her as a fucking tool in my revenge.
Truth is, I lied to Filter.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.
But I’m doing it anyway.
“So what’s the plan—”
His words are cut off by a beeping on my computer. Someone is trying to video chat with me. A sinister smile curves my lips up.
“Daddy’s calling,” I tell Filter before mashing the accept button.
Marron Genworth’s worthless face fills the screen. His cheeks are red with fury and his nostrils flare. “Where the fuck is my daughter?”
I arch a brow at him. “What makes you think I have her?”
“The cameras, asshole. I saw your men take her.”
“We all took turns fucking her ass until she bled out and died.” I smirk at him. “Or did we feed her to the pigs? I can’t recall.”
“Listen here, motherfucker!” he roars. “I know you didn’t kill her. You’re too goddamn smart for that, hence the fucking ‘X’ on your face. I know you’re going to use her to get to me!”
“Are you done?” I say in a calm tone.
“I want her back. Tonight.”
At this, I laugh. Cruel. Hard. Evil. “You want her? Come get her.”
“You think I’m going to walk into a trap of yours unprepared?” he sneers. “I’m not you.”
My mind flits back to the night I walked in on Ellie and Blaire. To Putnam and his crony hurting my girls. Rage bubbles up to the surface, making me fist my hand. I want to ram my fist through the screen. Instead, I cock my head at him. “You think you’re the smartest fucker around here, don’t you?”
His grin is wolfish. “I undid that virus bullshit you put on my computer while you were here. I hacked into your computer for this call. I found out where your stupid house hidden in the woods is.”
I lean in and narrow my eyes at him. “You may have caught me with my pants down a decade ago when you slithered into my life and cut out my family.” My mouth turns up in a sinister grin. “My family are snakes now. We know how to deal with your kind.”
“I will ruin you,” he threatens. “Everything you’ve built in the last decade. I will turn it inside out and fucking destroy it if you touch one hair on Hadley’s head.”
“Oh no,” I mock. “I’m in trouble now.”
He glowers at me. “You better not—”
“I. Fucking. Did.” I laugh in his fucking face. “In fact, her asshole is probably still dripping.”
The dickhead goes into a curse-filled rant while Filter laughs at my taunting.
“When you get here,” I warn, “I’m going to make you watch every horrible thing I do to your little girl. I’m going to hurt and defile her. I’m going to rape every little hole on her while you watch, strapped to a goddamn chair.”
He starts to rage again, but I cut him off. With a couple of buttons, I shove him out the backdoor I created solely for this purpose. The asshole thinks he has me. All he has is what I allow him to have.