Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Jax snorted. “I observe. And I’m pretty detached from my own emotions. I can see everything a bit more clinically.” He looked up at me. “The moment I saw you protecting Ace, the way Ace let you touch him without freaking the fuck out, I knew you were here to stay.” He glanced out the window at the passing trees. “We’re going to find him, Gunner. And I’ll help you slaughter every mother fucker in our path.”
Good. Because I was ready to spill blood.
CHAPTER TEN
Ace
My skull was pounding something fierce as I slowly dragged myself out of the darkness. My jaw was throbbing, the pain rattling through my teeth and down my throat. I could even feel the low throb of it in my fucking ear canal.
“Oh, he’s waking up,” a deep voice crooned, but not in a soft, soothing way. It was condescending and cold. It made shivers of trepidation slide down my spine.
And it immediately made my eyes snap open. Bright light assaulted my eyeballs, making me hiss a breath through my teeth and wince. I blinked rapidly, trying to force my eyes to quickly adjust. When they did, I turned my head and looked at Johnny Dorman, my lips curling in a sneer at the sight of his sick, twisted face.
I tried moving my wrists, but they were bound to the surface I was lying on. My heart slammed against my chest bone, fear gnawing at my insides. When I tried moving my ankles, I realized they were bound, too. Vomit swirled in my gut, and when he reached forward, tracing my jaw, I had to swallow bile. My stomach was revolting, and my body began trembling despite the bravado I was forcing.
“You really do have such a pretty face and a perfect mouth,” Dorman murmured, tracing my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. I turned my head away, and he gripped my jaw, forcing my head back around so I was forced to look up at him. I swallowed more bile. “I’ve got a few clients who would love to break you and force you to bend to their will.”
“Fuck you,” I sneered, fear clawing at my throat. “And get your goddamn hands off of me.”
Dorman’s face twisted into a sneer. Clearly, he had no patience, and I was going to use it to my advantage. I’d mouth off until he killed me before I allowed myself to become a rape victim again. Before I ever allowed this son of a bitch to sell me off to the highest bidder.
Death was always the better option. Going through all that shit a second time would destroy me.
“While other men—and some women—might enjoy the mouth you’ve got on you, Ace Journey,” my teeth clenched at the sound of my full name, “I do not. Don’t test me, boy.”
I snorted. “So, you what—personally kidnapped me and you can’t handle me? Is that it? Not man enough to—”
His fist connected with my cheek. My head slammed to the side, and my teeth cut into the soft flesh of my mouth, blood welling on my tastebuds. Another of his fists rained down, smacking me in the temple. And then another. And another. I laughed and laughed, blood spilling from my mouth and pooling on the metal table until finally, blessed darkness wrapped me in its comforting arms.
“Gunner?” I called, dragging my hand down the wall. The hallway was so fucking dark. And it seemed never-ending. There were no doors. No windows. Where was the goddamn exit?
“Just keep following my voice, baby. I’m here. I’m always here.”
Tears welled in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks at the sound of his strong, steady voice. Pain exploded in my rear end, and I screamed, my legs trembling and threatening to give out on me. Vomit crawled up my esophagus, and I choked as it poured from my lips, spilling down my bare skin.
Why was I naked? Where did my clothes go? I looked down at my body, panicked.
“Papa?” I cried, sobbing. Everything hurt. My head was going to explode. I screamed again when my hole was forcefully stretched open, and I retched again. My legs gave out beneath me, and something pinned them down. “Papa!” I screamed.
Where the fuck was my Papa?
“I’m coming, Ace baby. I’m coming for you. I swear to you, I’m coming. And when I do, I’m slaughtering everyone who put their hands on you, sweet boy. Just hang on for me.”
I jerked awake, a scream tearing from my abused throat as I just got stretched wider and wider. “Shut him up,” someone growled. A rag was stuffed over my nose, and then, everything went dark again.
A rough slap dragged me awake. I groaned, the stench of vomit stinging my nostrils. I ached everywhere, especially in my ass and my face. My hands and ankles were bound again, but this time, they were just bound together and not to the table, which gave me a little bit of mobility. I’d have to be smart about getting the fuck out of this mess.