Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 139789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
It instantly throbbed.
"Be a good girl and be quiet, the boss wants a word."
"You have caused me a lot of problems, Miss Daley."
I wouldn't look at Marco when he spoke, I kept my head down and my hand placed over my burning cheek.
"Are you listening to me?" Marco asked.
I nodded my head.
"Then look at me."
I swallowed as I slowly lifted my head and my gaze to Marco.
He whistled. "What did you do to receive that welt?"
I shrugged. "Resisted goin' somewhere with a scumbag."
Marco laughed. "You are definitely your uncle's niece, there is no denying it."
Speaking of my uncle.
"He is goin' to kill you, I hope you realise that."
Marco lost him smile. "Like I said before, you have caused me a lot of problems."
I shook my sore head.
"How have I caused you problems? You're the one who kidnapped me."
Marco sighed. "I just wanted Alec. That son of a bitch somehow convinced Dante there is a better life out there. One that doesn't require him to be an escort. Dante was a money maker for me and now that he has dropped off the grid, that is a substantial loss for me. I like my money, and if you mess with it, I fuck with you."
I raised my eyebrow. "You want to fuck with Alec?"
"What? No, that's not what I meant."
"But you said you-"
"I know what I said you smartass, but how you took it is not what I meant."
I tilted my head to the side. "How did you mean it then?"
Marco narrowed his eyes at me. "You're in no position to be asking question, Miss Daley."
I rolled my eyes. "You know my name so use it."
Marco grinned. "I take it your uncle's plan for Alec to be out of your life didn't work, am I right Keela?"
I set my jaw. "You're correct."
Marco laughed. "Brandon won't like that."
I shrugged. "He will get over it."
"You call the shots do you?"
I glanced around the large room I was in, noticing the booths, the bar and the large open dance floor as well as a darkened section of the club.
"I'm his niece," I said when I looked back to Marco, "there is not much me uncle wouldn't give me. He loves me."
I turned away and glanced around again.
"What are you looking for?"
I shrugged. "I'm wondering where your nephew was when he died."
Silence.
I looked to Marc with my heart in my throat.
"You're a brave cookie, I'll give you that."
I smiled. "You're the one who said I'm a lot like me uncle."
Marco snorted then glanced out to the floor and pointed to the centre of it.
"He died there."
I looked to where he pointed and I expected to see something, a stain of blood or something but there was nothing.
"Why come back here if he died here?"
Marco chuckled. "Darkness is the only place I own in Ireland, I don't own any other property so it made sense to come here."
I was surprised.
"You own this place?"
Marco shrugged. "I bought it the last time I was here, this place has character."
"Your nephew died here, who gives a fuck about character?"
Marco smiled. "You're correct about Trent dying here but you're mistaken if you think his death meant anything to me. He meant nothing to me in life, he means even less in death."
That was foul.
"You're horrible."
Marco leaned back and gazed at me with a cheerful expression. "You don't get anywhere in my world when you have people you care about. Take your uncle for example; he has his wife, daughter, sister, and you. Any one of you could be used against him if the right people knew about you."
He was trying to scare me.
And it was working.
I wouldn't let him know that.
"It's a good thing you will be dead before you snitch."
Marco's expression darkened as he reached over the table and belted me across the face with a solid object.
I cried out in pain.
"I've had enough of your smart fucking mouth, you little whore. One more word and I'm using the primary function of this gun on your pretty face. Do you understand?"
I whimpered as I pulled my hand away from my stinging eyebrow and spotted blood. I then looked at Marco's hand and saw the gun he smacked me with.
"Do. You. Understand?" Marco snarled.
I nodded my head and pressed my hand against my eyebrow.
God it hurt.
I didn't know which pain to focus on, the one in my eyebrow or the one in my cheek.
"Good girl, now tell me, do you know where Dante is?"
I shook my head.
"Don't lie to me."
I whimpered. "I'm not lyin', the last time I seen Dante was back in the Bahamas."
"Alec never mentioned his whereabouts to you?"
I sniffled. "No, today is the first time I've spoken to Alec since I came home. I have no idea where Dante is or could be. I don't know anythin'."
Marco watched me with interest.
"You're either a really good liar, or you're telling me the truth."
I whimpered as blood escaped the cut on my eyebrow even though I had pressure on it.
"I'm tellin' the truth."
Marco pointed his gun at me and I screamed with fright.
"I'm tellin' the truth, I swear. Please, don't shoot me."
Marco sighed and lowered his gun.
He looked passed me.
"Bring the other two out here."
I heard footsteps then a few minutes later I could hear Alec and Bronagh.
"Keela?"
"I'm here." I turned and looked to Alec when he all but ran in my direction.
Marco pointed his gun at Alec.
"Not so fast Romeo, sit in the middle of the floor with your brother's bitch."
Alec did as ordered but he did it while looking at me. His mouth formed a tight line when he seen me cradle my face.
"Are you okay?"
I turned to him fully and he widened his eyes when me saw the blood.
"It depends on what you mean by okay."
My attempt to lighten up the situation with his own words didn't work.
Alec stared at me. "Are you okay?"
I tried to be strong, but I broke down and shook my head.
I felt dizzy and my face was so sore.
Alec cut his eyes to Marco.