Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“I used to think he was a nice guy,” Destiny murmurs. “But he’s just like them.”
“They fooled us all.” I toss the stick into the fire even though it’d definitely look better in Jace’s eye. “They’re going to pay for this.”
My mind reels with all the possible ways I could hurt them. It keeps me entertained through the rest of dinner. It’s not until people start retiring to tents that my heart rate kicks up. I hadn’t considered sleeping arrangements until just now.
Tom rises from his log and motions for his kids, Wyatt who’s around Destiny’s age, and Olivia, who can’t be more than six or seven. His eyes burn into me. “You’re with me, kid.”
Oh, hell no.
I’m not bunking with this freak like I’m in his family.
I scramble to my feet and shake my head. “No way, creep. I’m sleeping with Sadie and Destiny.”
“Don’t worry,” a deep voice says from behind me. “He’s not allowed to touch you.”
Hearing CJ behind me doesn’t comfort me. In fact, it has me trembling in fear. His hands are strong as he grabs my wrists, jerking them behind me. I attempt to fight him off, but Tom joins the fray, easily manhandling me into submission while CJ ties me up.
He’s not allowed to touch you.
The traitor’s promise is the only thing that’s stopping me from losing my mind right now.
He’s not allowed to touch you.
But for how long?
I don’t even want to think about it.
* * *
* * *
Raegan.
Oh God.
The panic in her voice has me rising to my feet. I can’t exactly see where she’s at, but I hear a struggle happening nearby, followed by her bellowing.
I have to help her.
Stumbling toward the sound, I make my way to my sister, uncaring of the consequences. She needs me and I’ll do my best to protect her. As soon as I’m near, I can tell she’s being dragged away by the big man, Tom.
“Let her go!” I shout, lunging for him.
He easily shoves me back and I nearly fall into the fire. I right my feet again, surging forward. Before I can reach him, someone grabs me by my hair on the back of my head. I cry out in shock, stunned at the sudden pain on my scalp.
“That,” Logan snarls from behind me, his body pressing against my backside, “is against the rules. A man never intervenes when a woman is receiving her punishment.”
What?
I start to struggle, but his other strong hand grabs hold of my bicep and squeezes to the point of excruciating pain. My whole body freezes.
“Logan, you’re hurting me,” I croak out.
His hold on my arm lessens, but he doesn’t fully let me go.
“Kristen. Bedtime. Now,” Logan orders to his wife. “You too, pet.”
It’s the second time he’s called me “pet.” He got pissed when he saw what CJ had done to my forehead, telling him not to touch his “things.” And now I’m sharing a tent with him? What exactly does he want with me?
I’m about to find out.
Logan roughly guides me to our destination. I frantically look around for my sisters, but before I can locate them, I’m being shoved into a decent-sized tent. I land hard on my knees, a thin sleeping bag barely breaking my fall. Pain splinters down my legs and I scramble to the corner of the tent to escape whatever punishments I may have brought on myself.
Kristen crawls into the tent but says nothing to me. She sits down and bows her head. I’m not sure what the hell is going on or what’s expected of me, but I don’t like it. I don’t like any of this.
“I’m sorry, but he was hurting my sister—” I start but am cut off by Logan’s deep, authoritative voice.
“You speak when I allow it, pet.”
Logan zips the tent and walks toward me on his knees. When he unbuckles his belt, I tense. The leather slings out of his belt loops with a swooshing sound. I’m frozen in fear, unsure of what happens next. He doesn’t toss away the belt and start for the button on his jeans like I think he might, instead wrapping the leather around his fist.
Just like Dad used to when we were little and would get in trouble.
Admittedly, Ryder got the belt a lot more than I did.
“Let’s get this over with,” Logan commands. “This can either go quickly or you can fight me every step of the way. The latter will hurt a lot worse.”
This can’t be happening.
I shake my head in defiance, edging against the tent wall to keep space between us. It’s futile because in the next second, he pounces at me. I swing at him, hoping to knock him in the jaw and keep him away from me. Logan easily deflects the punch and slams me onto the ground. The hand with the belt smashes my chest down as he yanks at the button of my jeans. All too easily, he unzips my jeans and jerks them down my thighs.