Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“So you let us live in poverty, even though you knew I was yours?” I asked in surprise.
My face turned from my supposed father to Jack, and I saw that his face was blank. Well, as blank as it could be due to the multiple bruises and lacerations covering his face.
It was almost as if he didn’t want to admit what he was hearing was true. Because if it was, it meant I was a total piece of trash. I came from a drugged drunk of a mother and a flesh peddling drug lord of a father. If that was true, then that meant I was no good either. How could I be? The blood that ran in my veins was tainted with the filth that was my parents.
I was a no good piece of trash and didn’t deserve Jack. I didn’t deserve to live. I should find a hole in the cold ground and slit my wrists again. I didn’t deserve to lick the shiny black shoes my father wore.
That line of thinking came to a screeching halt when I thought that. “What did you give me?” I slurred, turning an accusing glare towards Edward.
“Oh, just a little something that will take you to your happy place. Your mother swears it’s the best,” He smiled. “I want you to watch as I get to know my son in law.”
***
Jack
“If you even think about hurting her, I will give you the slowest possible death you can think of. I will make sure you watch as I torture that son of yours, but I’ll keep him alive enough that he gets the same services I give you.” I gritted out through clenched teeth.
Edward guffawed and pressed a button to the right of the door and the flat screen slid into view. “Oh, my dear boy. Keep dreaming. Do you want to know how I found out where Winter was?”
I locked my jaw and stayed silent. I was wondering that. I’d purposefully backtracked over twenty miles out of the way just so I would know that I wasn’t bringing anything nasty home to me. And they’d found us anyway.
“No? Well, I’ll tell you anyway. Your lovely wife there decided to send for her things, and, voila! I had her. Oh, you gave me the slip at the bank, and my men couldn’t find you after you left, but that didn’t matter. I’d already had men dispatched, just waiting for you, or Winter, to show up!” He laughed.
Goddammit. I’d told her to wait, but that was going to have to be an argument for another time. “Fuck off.”
Then I remembered the day Winter was shot at, and the night that she killed Ben, Edward’s other son. “If you just found out where we were, why did Winter kill your other son a few months ago when he broke into our house?”
Peter’s sharp inhalation brought his father’s stunned expression to him. “What did you do?”
Peter fought for words. His face showed apprehension at being caught. “I didn’t do anything, father.”
“Then what is he talking about? You told me you didn’t know where she was! I had a buyer for that stupid bitch! He’s been hounding me for nearly seven fucking years! I’ve had every available resource looking for her! Do you know the kind of heat this man is giving me?” He fumed, and then his expression turned murderous. “You’ve known where she was for a while now, haven’t you? You were in charge of finding her, and of directing my men in finding her.”
Peter sneered at his father. “You only told me to find her, not to bring her, or the information, to you. I did, though. The day you were arrested for that bogus speeding ticket. That was the day I gave you that information on her whereabouts. Did you even bother to look at it?”
“Of course not. You told me it was...” Then he stopped and turned to me. “Let’s discuss this elsewhere. Not that it would matter since you’ll be dead soon. Do you want me to give you some time to say goodbye before I kill you?”
“Fuck you.” I growled.
“Oh, I’m not into that kind of thing. However, I’ve got some video for your viewing pleasure that might just do it for you. I have a few things to take care of, and then I’ll be back to take care of you. Enjoy.”
The next hour of my life was spent in pure, atrocious hell.
The first video was of Winter when she was taken by Peter. She was bound for a day and a half by the time the video started. She was combative (naturally) and that set Peter off. The only thing that kept her from getting raped was the fact that he wasn’t into incest.
“Oh, fight me. You know I like it rough.”
“Get off me pig!” Winter panted, as she strained at the bonds holding her down.
“Your sister wasn’t even this wild in bed! Holy shit, but you’re hot.” He said, grinding against her.
Tears slipped out of Winter’s eyes and she turned her head away as she stopped her struggling. Her face was turned right at the camera, and I could see every emotion cross her face. Her lips formed the words ‘I love you, Jack’ over and over again. Her fists were balled into tiny fists at her side, and she strained to keep herself immobile.
It was blatantly obvious that she wanted to move, but she made herself into a stone statue and refused to respond to his goads.
“Oh, come on, Winter. You know you want me. I saw all those sly looks you thought you were slipping me. Fight me. What’s holding you back?”
He gave Winter’s hair a vicious yank, but even then he didn’t illicit a response from her. His hands moved down to the white t-shirt I’d given her and started rubbing the outsides of her breasts roughly.
“No hard nipples for me? What, do I have to go by Jack before you give me anything?”