Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 114551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Anger flares in his eyes, and he rears back with the bat again, making it all too clear that this is personal to him. Had this been strictly business, he wouldn’t dare allow my taunts to affect him. He’d keep his cool and figure out a way to get in my head. After all, he’s supposed to be considered one of the best in the industry, but so far, I’m not seeing anything that gets me hard.
The bat swings right at my ribs again, hitting me in the exact same spot, only this time, I hear the distinct sound of my rib breaking. I close my eyes, the pain making my head spin, but on the outside, I keep neutral, not letting him know just how fucking bad that hurt. And fuck, I’ve been in his position before, and there’s nothing more frustrating than a man who won’t crumble into a million pieces and give me the satisfaction I’m looking for.
Sweat beads on his forehead, and he stumbles back a step, moving closer to Oakley. I watch him closely, not liking the look in his eyes. “She’s awfully pretty,” he says, lifting the bat to her bare waist and pressing the tip of it to the waistband of her sweats before working them down an inch. “I bet she fucks like an animal.”
“Get away from her,” I spit.
His eyes shimmer as if only now just realizing that the way to me is through her, and with that, he moves even closer, slowly walking around her until he’s at her back. His hands fall to her waist as he steps right into her, grinding himself against her ass. “Mmmm, I could take her right here. Fuck her like the little whore that she is, and once I’m done with her, I’ll hand her around to my men.”
Oakley’s eyes spring open, meeting mine across the darkened dungeon, and it takes barely a second for her to register what the fuck is going down, and without skipping a beat, she uses what little momentum she can get from the chains and slams her ass back into him.
Santos doubles over, groaning in pain. “Ahh, fuck. You little slut,” he spits, but all I can do is look at my girl, so fucking proud of her, but at the same time, I wish she’d just kept still. He would have left eventually and then we could have figured out some way out of here, but now that he knows she’s regained consciousness, this shitshow is bound to get underway.
“Gross,” Oakley murmurs in disgust. “In what fucking world would any woman want your wrinkly old man balls anywhere near them, you sick pervert? Fuck. Can you even get it up without a hit of Viagra?”
Santos quickly recovers and focuses his rage on Oakley, rearing back with the bat and swinging it right across her hip. She screams in agony and the sound tears me to shreds. “I said leave her the fuck alone,” I roar, more than prepared to have my ass beat, but unable to bear the thought of her being touched.
Santos looks back at me and laughs, his eyes lighting like fireworks, making it damn clear I just gave him the rush he’s been searching for. He moves back toward me, dragging that fucking bat along the cold ground, and as he settles himself in front of me, fixing his grip around the neck of the bat, I focus my stare on Oakley.
She watches me through a pained gaze, her eyes so full of rage and fear, but she’s strong. Holding her stare, I watch as she takes a slow, calming breath before finally nodding, letting me know that she’s okay.
“You’re a fucking joke, Easton,” Santos says, ramming the head of the bat into my stomach and winding me. “Pathetic. A child. And you think you have what it takes to stand at the right-hand side of leadership, being Zade’s loyal second.” He pauses, grunting as he swings the bat at my broken rib. “You’re a fraud, all of you. Zade should never have been offered the crown, and now Matthias Quinn will rise in his place, and I will be the one standing at his side.”
Oakley scoffs, and I want to strangle her for drawing attention to herself. “Is that what he promised you?” she questions, amusement in her tone. “You do his dirty work while he pretends to be locked up and in return for being a loyal servant, you’ll reap the rewards? What a joke. You’re more foolish than I thought.”
Fuck.
Santos turns on her, his hand whipping out and slapping across her fragile cheek, the sharp sound echoing through the small dungeon. “Do not speak ill of your father, girl.”
Oakley spits a mouthful of blood onto the ground before scowling at Santos, not daring to back down. I will her to meet my eye, to stop before he ends her life, but she refuses to look at me, knowing damn well what I would say about this. “I may have been away from my father for a long time, but I know him better than you ever could. He is a manipulative bastard. Anyone who works for him now will be slain the second he steps into power. They know his secrets, know the vile things he’s ordered people to do in his name. You’re a loose end to be dealt with—not a trophy.”