Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Quickly, I look away and climb through to the front of the car. I manage to get the front door open with grabby hands, and then I fall out onto the ground. My hands hit the hard gravel, but I’m too panicked to react to the sting. Plus, I’m pretty sure I just ripped my dress.
Fuck.
“You look like a hot mess. Anyone told you that before?”
I know the sound of that voice. It’s been stuck in the back of my head for some stupid reason. I grumble and shake my head as I attempt to get up. When I gaze up at Kyson, he is looking down at me with those dark, mesmerizing eyes. His arms are crossed over his chest, but then he offers me a hand to help me up. I try to focus on it, but I still feel pretty drunk. My head starts to spin, and he bends down to tuck his hand under my arm to help me up.
“I should have kicked you in the balls harder,” I mumble. “Maybe then I wouldn’t be here.” He lets go of my arm, and I fall face-first into the ground. A small cry leaves my mouth, and I can taste my own blood.
“Maybe you need to rethink your situation. And watch how you speak to me.”
The nerve of this asshole. Wiping at my mouth, two other sets of boots stop in front of me. The owner of one of them leans down and helps me up.
I stand on wobbly legs.
Gosh, I shouldn’t have drunk so much.
“Did you really just let her fall on her face?” the one holding me asks.
“Yes, she annoyed me,” Kyson replies in an obvious tone. I hear a huff from the one holding me and turn to see he looks similar to Kyson, except his hair is a little longer, but the eyes are the same.
“Kyson,” another voice says from behind me. I turn to see a third man standing next to Kyson. He looks mad, or maybe that’s simply his normal facial expression. Glancing past the man in front of me to the man on the ground—the very same one Kyson kissed. He’s lying in a pool of blood that is soaking the pavement.
Aside from the dim headlights, visibility is poor, and no one is around.
I start to scream. And as I do, Kyson steps up to me.
“Shut up, or I’ll knock you the fuck out.” He lifts his hand, and I scream. “Fucking hell,” he mumbles as he covers my mouth. With his free hand, he lifts and removes me from the hold of the man who looks like him. He turns me so my back is pressed to his front. One of the men holds the car door open as Kyson pushes me in, his hand falling from my mouth as he does. I go to bite him, but he pulls back.
“Are you a rat?” he asks me.
“Fuck you. Let me go.”
“To where? Where were you off to?” Kyson questions as the other two climb into the car, and we take off. “You look like shit…and smell like shit too.” His nose crinkles up. “Do you have a shower?” I say nothing and scoot to the far end of the car, trying to climb out. It won’t work, as I’m locked in here with three strange men.
“How long have I been with you?” I ask.
“You passed out maybe two or three hours ago,” Kyson tells me. “You snore. It’s annoying.” He scrunches his nose again. I turn to the front and notice the one driving is not even paying me a lick of attention, but the other keeps glancing back at us.
“You live in a motel,” the one in the passenger seat says. He glances down at something in front of him before he looks back at me. “Why?”
“Yeah, smelly…why?” Kyson taunts.
I lean over and hit Kyson, and he pulls away at my touch. At first, I feel rejected. This man, who is genuinely attractive, doesn’t even want me to touch him, but then again, what do I care, right?
Fuck him.
I reach out again, only this time, I throw myself at him and manage to hit him on the cheek.
“Fuck, bitch! Slow down, you stink.”
“Pull over,” I yell. “Pull over!”
The driver does, and Kyson smirks.
“Where do you think you’re going, little bird?”
“Away from you,” I tell him.
“Kyson,” the driver says, in a tone that has me worried. Kyson cracks his neck, his gaze locked on me.
“I know where you’re staying, and I know who you are. You may not understand exactly who I am, but it’s best you don’t open your mouth about anything you heard or saw today.”
“I’m going to let you live. And trust me when I say that’s a privilege. But my brothers here…” he nods to the front, “will have no hesitation finding you, and whoever you love, and killing you if you talk. And believe me, the streets around here have ears, and they listen for us.” I stay still and silent at his words. “Tell me you understand,” he says, and I nod. “With your words,” he orders.