Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
I pull the stuffed rag from one of those fucker’s mouths. “Go on, tell them what you told me.”
The guy keeps his bloodshot eyes locked on her. “Please, help me.”
Her lip begins to quiver. “Why? Why are they here?”
“I found them snooping around your home … looking for money … and you.” I tilt my head and watch her reaction, then grab my bat and smack it into the fucker’s knees.
He cries out in pain.
“Stop! Fuck, it hurts!” he shrieks.
I laugh. “You think this hurts? I could cut off all your fingers and your dick and make you eat them.”
“Please, no.” Sweat runs down his forehead. “Have mercy.”
“Why were you in her apartment?” Max asks.
I point my bat at the guy’s face. “Tell her who sent you.”
Ivy shakes her head.
“Stefano sent me.”
The mere mention of his name makes her pupils dilate and fill with rage.
There it is. That’s what I was looking for.
“Shut up,” she hisses.
“Why? Is he reminding you of something you don’t want to remember?” Heath asks, looking at her with a stone-cold face.
“Who’s Stefano?” Max asks.
“No one,” she hisses. “No one you ever need to know about.”
“But that’s just it, little thief … I do. I want to know.” I approach her slowly, sliding my fingers across the headboard. “I want to know more than anything.” I bring my bloodied fingers to her forehead. “What makes you tick.” And I tap. Once. Twice.
She swats away my hand when I attempt it for a third time, and it brings a wicked smile to my face.
“I told you, it’s none of your fucking business.”
“Is it? Or is it just because you don’t want to admit to whatever you did that made you piss off these fuckers?” Heath asks, his face still emotionless and deadly like he’s lost all will to care.
I smirk. “You stole from them, didn’t you?”
She lifts her fist, but I grab it just in time. “You’re taking your anger out on the wrong dude.”
I force the palm of her hand open and shove the bat inside.
“You hate them, don’t you?”
She seems confused, then apprehensive, at first, as I step aside and point at the guys.
“Go on … give it your best shot.”
She clutches the bat tighter, and the determination suddenly flickering in her eyes makes me so goddamn hard I nearly come right there and then.
“I told you I had a gift for you …” I whisper into her ear as she hovers closer and closer to the two guys I have strapped to the bed. “So take it.”
“Ivy, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Max says, but she’s not even listening anymore. I can tell from the way her eyes have glossed over.
“Wait! You can’t do this to me. I’m—”
She lifts the bat and swings …
Right into the fucker’s face.
His jaw dislodges and knocks sideways, teeth flinging left and right. Blood spatters everywhere, and I’m on the verge of pronouncing my fucking undying devotion to this fucking girl. This girl who is every bit as fucked up as I am.
“You fucking thought you could come to my house and take Cora?!” she screams, and she hits him again, this time straight in the nuts, blood splattering onto the bed, and the other guy, his screeches fill the room like a crescendo of madness.
I made her a monster.
My own vicious little monster.
And I am so fucking proud.
She drops the bat on the floor and steps back to witness the onslaught she just created like a dazed animal headed straight for the lights. But I grab her face with bloodied hands and make her focus on me.
“This is what you needed. This is what you deserved. Revenge.” I plant my forehead against hers, smearing the blood all over us both. “You’re such a fucking good girl for me, aren’t you? Now help me take care of the other one.”
“No, no, no, please!” the guy begs.
I look up, grinning at how badly he’s already soiled his pants from the thought of being callously murdered by the girl they thought they could chase.
But she is all mine.
Mine to hunt.
Mine to catch, taint, and devour.
My delicious little prey.
And I will cheer her on while she wreaks havoc on these fuckers like it’s a blood rain day from hell.
“Please, Ivy, it’s too late. Ivan already gave the order.”
She stops in her tracks even though she was about ready to swing.
“The dealer,” Heath mutters to himself.
Ivy’s eyes twitch as she looks up at him. “You know Ivan?”
Heath lowers his gaze and starts to disengage emotionally. “I know more than you think.”
Well, this is getting interesting.
Ivy suddenly grabs the guy on the bed by the throat. “What order?”
The guy’s eyes flicker between all of us, settling for a few seconds on Heath before he circles back to Ivy … and laughs. “There’s no more time left. This is all your fault. You can blame anyone you want, but this is on you. You should’ve paid him, kid.”