Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Most disturbing, she seems out of breath, her skin drained of color.
“Did you kill Travis?” she whispers with wide eyes before I can say a damn word.
In my periphery, Nate is the one who moves as both Braelynn and I stand perfectly still. The air is tense and each passing second threatens to suffocate me.
“Boss—” Nate attempts to break the tension and I don’t spare him a glance as I dismiss him.
He hesitates a half second too long and I speak deathly low, “Get out.” My gaze is still pinned on my little pet who stares back at me, caught and unable to move.
Nate is silent as he leaves, his pace quick enough for me this time. He gives Braelynn a wide berth and as the door closes, she asks again, “Did you … did you?”
“Did I what?”
The door closes with a harsh click signaling we’re alone, and it’s Braelynn’s undoing. Tears brim in her eyes as she shakes her head in denial. She knew who I was and what I was capable of.
“Do not ask questions I’m unable to answer. I dislike that behavior greatly.” Taking a single step forward, she takes one back. There’s not much room for her in the least and with one more step, her back hits the door.
I gentle my tone, attempting to comfort her as I near closer, each step careful. “I don’t like men who hit women.”
“It was years ago,” she protests.
“You think you were the last? Men don’t change. All they do is wait to show themselves again.”
With a harsh swallow, her tears fall, slipping down her cheeks. Her body sags slightly and she looks anywhere but at me.
“This isn’t what I wanted,” I confess to her, an anxiousness I’m not used to overwhelming me. “What do you need from me?”
She answers me quickly enough, “I don't know.”
“I need you to think of something because I don’t think you’re going to enjoy my response if you don’t give me something to do right now.” The floor creaks as I stop in front of her, my faces inches from hers as I grip her chin and bring her dark brown eyes back to mine.
They beg me, but I don’t know what for.
“I don’t know,” she says just beneath her breath.
“Come here,” I command, opening up my arms. I don’t know what she mourns for. The loss of a former lover, or the knowledge that her current is a murderer, either way, she seeks comfort in my grasp.
My arms fold around her as she buries her head into my chest. Kissing her hair, I murmur to her that she’s a good girl for obeying.
Her body trembles and I rock her slightly as she calms herself.
“Are you scared?” I ask her the moment her breaths are even.
“I don’t know.”
“You’re going to need to know something, my little pet.” Pulling away just slightly, I force her to look up at me. “You're smarter than this,” I tell her.
“More shocked than scared.” Her gaze drops before coming back up to confide in me, “But yes, you scare me.” I can barely breathe at her admission.
“Will you miss him?” My hand cups her cheek and with her answer, her small hand lays against mine.
“No.”
“Did you think I should have let him live after hurting you?” With my question her hand drops, and I hate it.
“You can’t go around killing—”
“Yes I can. And I will.” My tone is brutal and it seems to strike her. Again, I hate it. Anger brims. She didn’t even need to find out the man was dead. He was meant to disappear and be gone forever. My declaration is final. “Any man who hurts you, won’t live to do it again.”
She doesn’t cry, she doesn’t object. She doesn’t even appear to hold on to fear as my words register.
“If we’re going to do this, my little pet, you’re going to have to get very comfortable with a number of very uncomfortable things. I’m not changing and you knew who I was. I know you did. So let that sink in. If you’re mine, then what I am is yours. There’s no compromise there. I thought we already covered this.”
“Braelynn, do you know who I am?” I ask her and she merely nods, her eyes still searching mine.
“And do you know who are you to me?”
“Your pet,” she whispers.
“You are mine to take care of, and I will do that in the way I know how. Do you understand?”
With her eyes still reddened, but the tears long gone, she answers, “Yes.”
“Now come here, or walk away. This is the last time I offer you that. Is that also understood?” I can’t explain why the invitation to leave me slipped out. I wish I could take it back. Nervousness pricks at the back of my neck as she answers, “Yes.”