Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
My jaw clenches tight, my teeth gritting together. I feel Jenny looking up at me. She reaches for me, but I don’t allow her to hold on. I’ve had enough of his shit. Disrespectful asshole. Not even a minute has gone by, and I already want to rip his fucking heart out.
I made a promise to Jenny. But just because I made a promise about not purposely demolishing him, doesn’t mean I can’t cause accidents.
I see the cross on top of the dresser across the room. Storming ahead, I shove this piece of shit out of my way, so hard that he falls flat on his ass.
“Hey—what the fuck are you doing! Get the hell out of my room!” Snatching up the cross, I look towards the closet and then bob my head at Jenny. “You want your clothes back too?”
She looks at me, speechless with glistening eyes, and then down at Shane. She doesn’t speak, so I do the honors for her. I grab the clothes hanging in the closet. There are only four outfits. All light enough for her to carry.
I walk past Shane who is dusting himself off and grimacing at me.
I hand Jenny the cross and the clothes and then I turn to face him. I swear the sight of him is enough to make me want to break every single bone in his body. I’d turn his fucking bones into dust, but not before snapping every single one of his fucking limbs piece by piece.
I step up to him. “You know, when I saw that bruise on her, I came looking for you. I came looking for the piece of shit that hurt the woman I love. I hunted this hotel down for two hours and trust me, if I would have known your hotel room number I would have kicked this fucking door in and tossed you right through that window—but not before making you beg for your life first.”
He steps back, and I see the fear swimming in his eyes. Look at him. He’s such a pussy. I’m surprised he hasn’t pissed where he stands.
“Only a bitch of a man hurts a woman. A real man handles shit for his woman. You’re lucky she told me to keep my hands off of you, otherwise you would be lying in a pool of your own fucking blood right now. You might see these as empty threats but trust me, I will follow through with them if I ever see you again.” I point a finger at him, stepping closer, nearly nose-to-nose. “If I ever catch you calling her, trying to see her, or even hear from someone that her name has come out of your filthy fucking mouth, I will find you and I will. Fuck. You. Up.”
He looks away from me and focuses on Jenny. “What-the-fuck-ever. Just get the hell out of my room,” he seethes.
I drop my hand, glaring at him—long enough to make him look away uncomfortably. “Pussy,” I snip.
I turn and grab Jenny’s hand, but she jerks away quickly and does the unexpected. She said I couldn’t touch him, but she never said anything about herself.
She balls her hand into a fist and swings her arm, slamming that fist right into the center of his face. He immediately grabs his face and hollers out in pain, stumbling backwards.
“You fucking bitch!”
Shit.
I reel her away and grab her hand again. The cross is in the hand I grab and I squeeze it tight, walking down the hallway before she can do anything else crazy.
“Don’t come running back to me when you need help, Jenny! You think I’m the threat! Look at him! He’s a fucking monster!” I don’t look back, but only because I’m too focused on getting the hell away before I go back and drag his ass all over Vegas. I’ve heard all of the remarks about me.
He’s a monster. A beast. A murderer. A fake. He’s emotionless and probably stupid.
All lies.
Jenny starts to look back, but I shake my head. “Don’t let him get to you.”
When we make it down the hallway, I stop in front of the elevator, and when she releases a hoarse laugh, I drop my guard.
“Drake—you are insane, you know that?!”
“Me?” I shake my head, pointing down the hallway. “That shit you just did made me fall in love with you even more, babe. I think you’ve been hanging around me for too long.”
“I shouldn’t have done that.” She’s panicking now, her eyes getting bigger. “He could press charges on me!”
“And you could press them on him too. There are witnesses—people that have seen what he’s done to you. It’s self-defense, what you did. He wouldn’t get off easily either. I’m willing to take the fall for your protection if need.”
“Yeah, I’ve thought of all that too, but his dad is a big lawyer and—”