Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“I can try, Marco. I’m trying. It’s just… God, he’s so gross and he kissed me, and he actually thinks he’s going to marry me. My father sold me to him because his father is going to help get revenge on you. You have to stop them. I’m so sorry.”
“Stop worrying about that. We need to concentrate on you right now. I’ll deal with the rest later,” he says, sounding confident as ever.
“My father sold me,” I tell him as fresh tears fall. All this time, I knew he was bad, but I felt so sorry for Melina. I thought I was at least lucky enough that my father wouldn’t sell me to someone evil just to make money. Mine is worse, Marco. He’s giving Zervas money to marry me just so he can get his revenge. He’s paying him.”
“Ena. Listen to my voice. Do you know where he’s taking you in Vegas?”
He’s taking me to a wedding chapel. Probably the first one we see. He’s supposed to fax proof of the marriage so my father will pay him. He’s using the money to pay off Ivan Levkin.”
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“I’m trying to pretend to go along with it, but I’m not sure how much longer I can do that, Marco. I let him kiss me and he bit my tongue. He bit it. It was all I could do not to vomit. I don’t want to go back out there. I don’t want to be near him.”
I’m losing it. My body is trembling, and I can’t seem to breathe for the tears burning my eyes and my nose. Marco sounds so close, but he’s not and right now, I really need him.
“Baby, I need you to listen to me. I know it’s hard, but I need my woman to stand up, dry her tears and help me here. Can you do that?”
“I want to be home in our bed. I don’t care what your reasons are for wanting me there, I just want it all back. I’m so sorry, Marco.”
“Ena, stop. Daddy is giving you orders here.”
That makes my entire body freeze as if I come out of a stupor. “Marco,” I hiss. “I don’t think now is the time for our bedroom games.”
“It’s the perfect time. Now are you listening to me?” he growls and his voice makes my entire body vibrate.
“Yes.”
“Who do you belong to, Ena?
“You.”
“Who do you belong to, Ena?” he repeats, his voice firmer.
“You, Daddy,” I whisper, not quite believing he really wants to get into this right now. Okay, so it is making me calmer, but right now is not the time for him to get all kinky and hot on me.
“That’s my girl. Now do you think I’m going to let anyone hurt my baby?”
“But you’re—”
“Do you think your Daddy is going to let anyone take you away from me?” he asks, his voice so dark that it vibrates through me and centers between my legs.
“No.”
“No one is taking you from me, Ena. Now, I’m going to make sure you’re safe, but I need you to help me until I have things in place.”
“O,” I take a shaky breath and try again. “Okay.” I use the back of my hand to wipe my eyes.
“I need you to keep your phone or his on. That way I can track you.”
“I can try,” I respond, praying that I can.
“Good, baby. I have men already headed to Vegas and I’ll be there myself soon. I just need you hold on for me. It’s going to be okay, Ena. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I just need you to do whatever you can to keep yourself safe for me until my men and I’m there.”
“Okay, sweetheart.”
“That’s my good girl. I’ll be with you soon, Ena.”
“Okay,” I repeat again because that seems all I keep saying. I think maybe if I say it enough, I’ll believe that everything will be okay. “Marco?”
“Yeah, sweetheart,” he responds, his voice gentle and that makes my eyes burn again.
“If something happens—”
“Nothing is going to happen, Ena,” he growls.
“If it does, I want you to know that I love you. You’re the best part of my entire life, Marco—the very best.”
“Stop that shit, Ena. This is not goodbye. I will be there.”
“I know,” I answer, and I do know. He will be there. He won’t stop until he gets to me. I also know that he’s in Greece and that’s not exactly a short flight. He’ll be too late, and I won’t marry Zervas. I can’t do that. Even if I went through with that, I’d never let him touch me. I’d rather die than have his hands on my body, violating me. I’d fight to the death to keep it from happening, but I’m not joking. I’d prefer death than let him rape me and ruin the memories I have of Marco.