Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
She pulls at her restraints again. This is one we saved for a reason. She has a purpose.
“Stop.”
The motion is instant. So obedient.
“Spit out the bandana.”
Her lips pucker as they push the material out.
I lean over her body, unlatching the cuffs from around her wrists. Her hands fall free, as she swipes the drool of saliva that drips down her chin.
“Stand.”
She wobbles to her feet, naked and bruised as the moonlight contours her every curve.
Nothing.
I feel nothing. Not that I ever did when it came to fucking women, but this feels different and I don’t know why.
My jaw tightens as blood rushes through my veins the more I think about it. Not even a fucking twitch from my cock.
I rest my head against the post. Gesturing to the slightly open window, the corner of my lip curls. “Go to the patio.”
She trips over her own feet a few times before finally reaching for the handle. It clinks against the metal before it widens.
“Sit on the ledge.” I don’t move, simply watching as she shuffles herself over the railing.
The wind catches her hair as she turns over her shoulder. “Can I come back in now?”
I tap at my nose and watch as her eyes fall to the ground. Her mouth turns downward as her shoulders sag with defeat. It’s the exact moment she realizes that she isn’t coming back in.
My head shakes from side to side. “Fall.”
She swallows but without hesitating, disappears from the ledge. A moment later, the heavy thump of her body hits the concrete below.
And there it is. My cock turns hard. Looks like she didn’t live long enough for her purpose.
Halen
“You good?” Evie asks from the passenger seat. When I don’t answer, she rests her hand on top of mine. “You’re spacing out.”
My body jerks and I search the familiar angles of her face, desperate for anything to anchor me back down to reality. After everything that happened on Perdita, I can’t seem to catch my feelings on it all. The boys are unhinged. I never would have thought it’d have been that extreme. It’s not enough that they kill our enemies, they also have to use them as pawns for their morbid obsessions.
I think over everything we were trained in, searching for the clause, how to dismantle the human body and get off on it, but come up short.
Perfecting the art of removing your emotions for decision-making.
How to manipulate people and their own narcissism to get what you want.
Cues when someone is being duplicitous and misleading them into telling the truth. “People don’t tell you their lies. They show them.” There was always a mixture of finance, combat, being around crews that operate beneath us, but when it came to our enemies, nothing. They gave us nothing on them, and that’s when it hits me.
It’s because the boys handled that. Probably on top of all the above and then some.
My smile widens on Evie. It’s the kind that never fools her because she can see right through it.
“I’m fine. Let’s go.” I start my car and breathe out a sigh when the RB engine growls.
Evie reaches for her seat belt. “You know, I kind of didn’t think you’d be driving this tonight.”
I pump the clutch and move the gear stick into reverse. “I know. But I want to drive tonight.”
“Oh?” Evie raises a brow. “Maybe rebelling since the boys are away?”
I push it into drive. “Aren’t we always.”
Only this time Evie doesn’t know why. The true reason. Before, it was harmless pushing against the fold for shits and giggles. Now it’s not that. I know for a fact that whatever they’ve been doing all this time, it’s one hundred percent more than what we’ve been doing. Almost like the Fathers put us on this path to distract us so we’d stay out of their way. I shouldn’t be mad. I’m not mad. But so much for equal ground.
I should have known better.
I drive us forward and Evie plays with the radio until she stops on a song by Meek Mill and Nicki Minaj. She winds down her window and plays with her phone, snapping a few photos of us and a video, before turning the camera onto me. “Tell the people where to meet tonight, your majesty…”
A smirk touches the corner of my mouth. “Meet at the chapel.” I turn to face the camera, dropping it down a gear and flooring it. “Then follow me.” The force of power throws Evie back in her chair with a round of giggles.
She flips the camera to the back and keeps it recording as we drive through the opulent streets of Riverside. There were old tales that Dad told me as a child. I think all the dads told us the same story, and I think if I remember correctly, it came from one of our family grimoires.