Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
To listen.
“Do not make me repeat myself,” he warned in a hard-edged tone.
As soon as I saw him, I recognized who he was.
This motherfucker…
I stopped breathing.
My hands fisted at my sides.
My body clenched.
My mind went to that dark place inside me.
“No,” she argued in the same hard-edged tone.
It didn’t surprise me that she was putting up a fight. It wasn’t in her nature not to do so. Crouching down to the ground, I grabbed the gun I had hidden in my ankle strap.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she pleaded in a voice that further pissed me off, knowing how hard that was for her.
I was about to open the door. I didn’t give a fuck about the consequences anymore. If he was the only one in the room with her, I could take him before he opened his mouth. I couldn’t just stand there anymore and do nothing.
I laid my hand on the door as he barked, “You’re mine, and don’t you ever fucking forget that.”
If life taught me anything, it was that what didn’t kill you only made you stronger, and I was about to prove that theory for what felt like the hundredth time when he added with conviction…“I love you, Sloan Duchess Del Toro.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
LUKE
BOOM!
It was like a ticking time bomb had just exploded in my fucking face.
I couldn’t believe the words I just heard.
She’s his fucking wife!
My heart started beating rapidly against my chest. It felt as if it was racing a mile a minute. The instant hatred I had for her was something I couldn’t, for the life of me, comprehend. She’d used me since day one.
The secrets…
It all made sense now.
How could I have been so stupid? How did I not see it?
It was right there in front of my eyes the entire time.
Her feisty demeanor.
The fighting.
It was in her blood to be a headstrong woman in this seedy environment.
If Vince motherfucking Del Toro thought he could use his wife to take me down, he had another thing coming. He was the one who started this war with me, and now that I knew he was the puppet master, all that was left was to kill him. Except I couldn’t do it right now as much as I wanted to.
I’d do the next best thing; I’d take his wife and kill her first.
All the emotions.
All the thoughts.
All the plans I had for a future between us was now over.
I was a pawn.
A toy.
A fucking enemy.
“You need to get your ass to that party and be the gracious woman I know you can be, or you’re going to live to regret it,” Del Toro spewed like this was the millionth time he’d said this to her.
Duchess quickly shook her head. “You said Jameson would be the last one I’d have to fuck.”
Her words tasted like acid against my tongue.
“If I want you to fuck the whole room of men in a gang bang while I watch, then that’s what’s going to happen. ¿Me entiendes?”
“No!” she shouted. “I don’t understand because that wasn’t our agreement!”
“You need to watch your tone with me…”
“Then you need to keep up your end of the bargain.”
“Sloan…” he stressed in a voice that meant business. “You’re testing my patience.”
“Yeah?” She hesitated for a moment, and I knew whatever was going to fly out of her mouth wouldn’t end well for her.
“I’m done being your fucking whore!”
I watched through the cracked door as he backhanded her across the face so hard that her body spun with a force that knocked her to the floor, face-first.
My jaw clenched, and my hands fisted tighter. Despite wanting to hurt her, I also couldn’t stomach watching someone else hurt her. It was too hard for me to watch.
“Do you see what you make me do to you?” He walked around her, looking down at her with nothing but disappointment, like it was her fault that he decided to bitch slap her. “You make me mess up that pretty face.”
Her lip split open and she spit blood as she sat up onto her hands and knees. A massive welt was already forming on her cheek.
The son of a bitch crouched to the ground in front of her, roughly grabbing her chin to make her look at him. “I hate hurting you, Sloan. You know how much I love my favorite girl.”
She tried to yank her chin away, but he gripped it harder. “Now, stop being difficult and go play your part. Understood?”
She roughly tried to yank her chin away again.
“Sloan… it could be worse for you. Do you want to go back in the cage?”
I jerked back, immediately feeling sick to my stomach.
She reluctantly shook her head, cowering down to him in a way I’d never seen from her before. He’d broken her so badly, that she didn’t even fight him on it. It was obvious this kind of violent exchange was common between them.