Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
The smell of seafood is making me sick. Where the hell am I? What did they drug me with? If I make it out of here, I’m never having fish again. Damn it, the pieces of shit ripped my father’s bracelet from my wrist and stole my engagement ring. I’m still wearing my necklace, though, because they couldn’t get it off my neck. The pieces of shit are pissed, and it shows on my throat. Tears well up in my eyes.
It’s pointless to think my dad and Will can find me now. The ring has been taken and will probably be sold for a fortune, which it’s probably worth. God—Will is going to be raging, and my parents will be devastated when they find my lifeless body, although I’m not sure what Damon’s plan was in the first place. Hell, I wonder if he even knows.
“Well, well, well. Look who finally woke up.” My eyes focus and my hearing is clear as hell, but I still can’t believe this bitch is involved.
“Holy fuck, the doorknob’s in on this?” I question.
“What the fuck did you call me?” Her voice hits a high, screeching echo like we’re in some warehouse.
“Oops, did I say that out loud? Sorry, the brain’s a little scrambled with all the drugs you fuck-offs filled me with.” If her voice wasn’t brutal enough, now my head is pounding out of control.
“You have such a smart mouth. I wonder how much your stupid pussy fiancé will pay to have it back in one piece.” Goodness, I hate this double-wide-hole cunt with everything in me.
“Chrissy, do you think he’ll pay you to have me back?”
“I’m counting on it. Although, after he sees what I did to you Damon’s not sure, but he doesn’t understand how pathetic Will is.” She laughs maniacally.
I grasp my head and feel around, and that explains why my head hurts. My hair has been cut off. It’s short like a bob in some places and shorter in others, but when I see the longest strands I cry, but not from sadness. My rage builds inside me like a silent storm brewing in the night, ready to unleash violent havoc in its wake. My hair is an orangish-yellow color with hints of black and brown, spotted like a calico cat. This bitch bleached my hair.
I’m in tears as she rambles on, chest heaving as I work up the strength to use my limbs again. I was so drugged up that they hadn’t bothered to tie me down. It was a foolish mistake on her part. “Damon thought you were just property to the boss’s son, but he doesn’t understand that a man who turns away free pussy to save himself for mediocre virgin cunt is so whipped he’d do anything for it.”
“Then you know he’d kill for it too,” Will’s voice rips through the warehouse, and both relief and dread fill me. What is he going to think when he sees me? Will he still want me? None of that matters at the moment, because I have to fight and get this crazy whore.
Within seconds, everything changes. Three men come out from the other side of the room. The knob slobberer screams, and the sound of gunfire tears through the building. I drop down and look for that bitch because no matter what happens, I want her head in the concrete until she stops breathing, and that’s something I never thought I’d say or feel.
On the ground is a broken plastic chair with metal legs that must be from the fighting, so I snatch up one of the legs and stay hunched down, looking for my target. My eyes recognize Will’s stance, so I peer upward for a moment, and the expression on his face is shock. I duck my head as the pang of sadness and anger fills me.
Now more determined than ever for revenge, I hunt through the haze and chaos around me until I spot her feet and direct my gaze upward. The cunt is trying to hide, but she messed with the wrong woman.
I take the rod and aim for my target. “You crazy bitch, this is for everything you did.”
I lunge at her and she sticks her hands out, crying and let’s out a screaming plea, “No, don’t. I’m pregnant.” I stop mid-flight, my own humanity taking over. As I back away, she smirks and then runs at me, but this time I don’t feel sorry and I swing at her, sending her backward onto the cold floor.
“Fuck yeah,” Miles cheers. “I was about to shoot that bitch.” A shot rings out near us. “I’ll be back,” he says, smirking before running off.
I’m just about to move when I hear Damon and Will and my panic sets in.
Chapter Seventeen
Will
We barge into the warehouse in the fishery district, ready for war. The bastards thought they could hold my woman captive and threaten her without retribution, but they were mistaken. As the words spill from Chrissy’s lips, the rage doubles in me. Then I look in horror as I see what they did to my woman. The closer I get, the more shocked I become. They dared to hurt her so brutally, and it was my fault. The marking on her neck had been caused by the necklace I gave her.