Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
“What?”
“Mr. Carter, I needed to speak to you. You have to listen to me.”
“It can wait unless you know where Chastity is or anything about what’s going on with her...” I stalk into the bedroom, George’s voice in my ear.
“No, it can’t wait, sir. You’re in danger. I found something in the court records, you have a brother. A—”
There’s a noise behind the hidden paneled doors where I keep our playthings and her cage and I stop listening to George.
Maybe she’s playing. Waiting for me…
I hit the buttons on the keypad and the doors swoosh open.
Any relief I had evaporates into red rage.
There she is, behind the golden bars, wearing just her bra, the dress she wore to work crumpled on the floor.
I drop the phone. Whoever did this,
I’ll tear his fucking throat out.
Fury ripples through me like acid. I growl as I step into the room, trying to get to her when a body lunges toward me with a roar.
I look, the flash of my own face in front of me as I swing the bat, and the sickening crack of wood against bone resounds in the room. My look-alike falls to the floor with a thud, landing hard on his face.
He's wearing nothing but a pair of my jeans now. In the footage he was wearing a suit, looking exactly like me except for that fucking gold watch. He’s out for the moment as I rush to the cage, opening the door.
“Chastity? Baby…” A little cut on the side of her face is oozing blood. She's out cold. “Wake up, baby girl. Wake up.” My voice breaks as the possibilities of what’s happened to her rush through me. I lift her in my arms, laying her on the floor.
I keep an eye on the groaning man on the ground a few feet away and cup the sides of Chastity’s face. Her eyes flutter open.
“Thank God, baby...” Catching her mouth in a hot kiss, I realize the moisture I feel on her cheeks are my own tears streaming down.
“Daddy, why are you crying?” she whispers.
I cough trying to get my shit together. “Sorry, baby, I was so scared.”
Movement flicks in the corner of my eye and I look across at the piece of shit to see him push up, eyeing me like I’m the enemy. It’s eerie. He’s me but he’s not. Chastity’s scream splits the silence of the room as he gets to his feet.
The same beard, the same jawline, the same forehead, the same nose, same haircut. The same eyes. But I don’t think mine are that cold and empty.
I’m on my feet before he can kick me, and shove him against the wall, one hand on his throat. “Get ready to die, motherfucker,” I hiss in unrestrained fury.
“You should die. You stole everything that’s mine,” he grits out, his teeth bared in a cold smirk and I have no fucking idea what he’s talking about but I don’t care. “I’m taking what I deserve. Your house. Your business. Your girl. It should have been mine. All of it.” His eyes are bloodshot, crazy looking.
My fist connects with his face three times. Blood sputters from a busted lip before he shoves me backward, leveraging the wall behind him and pushing me off balance.
I stumble back as he charges.
“You got adopted and got everything. Me? I got stuck with a hooker for a mom and drug dealer for a dad. Then ten foster homes and then prison.” He howls. “And you’re here, living the life I should have had!”
I stare, the realization hitting me slowly, and then all at once. “You’re...who the fuck are you?” I roar as he screams like a lunatic. This man is not right. This isn’t just rage, it’s something more.
“Twin! I'm your twin! I’m you!” he spits, anger turning into maniacal laughter. “I'm the unlucky you who got left behind. And you got it all. The money, the power. The women. It’s my turn.” He drums on his chest like a gorilla.
I hurl my full torso into him. As he loses his balance and hits the ground. I'm on top of him, punching, punching but the blood is making his face slick. His hands jap and flail around my face, push at my chest.
He manages to get out from under me.
“You stupid fucker!” I pin him down again. “All you had to do was come and tell me the truth! I would have taken care of you.” I twist his arm, shifting to get him in a choke hold. I want to kill him, but I don’t at the same time. “Why were you trying to ruin my fucking life?”
He twists and screams manic, cursing, crying, saying things about our mother. Our father. I do what I can to subdue him but it’s no use, so I keep punching until my knuckles are bleeding. I don’t care if he’s my twin, he hurt Chastity and there’s a price to be paid.