Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Chloe (Made Men #3) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Sarah Brianne |
| Language: | English |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | B01EZ2Z5MG |
| Characters: | Chloe |
Chloe’s scarred face makes her the school’s freak. Her reflection is a constant reminder of how she got them. The man who scarred her haunts not only her dreams, but also her reality. Some nightmares don’t go away in the daylight. Two men stand up to save her from the nightmares. Both are men of the mafia, waiting behind a door she doesn’t want to open. Amo the soldier and Lucca the underboss. The Beast and the Boogieman. Who will she choose? | |
| Books in Series: | Made Men Series by Sarah Brianne |
| Books by Author: | Sarah Brianne Books |
One
The Demon Had Come to Get Her
Present Day
Chloe stared at the blank, white wall in front of her bed, still clutching the jacket Amo had draped carefully across her shoulders earlier that night. Something about his jacket was keeping the demons at bay. Maybe it was the fact that it smelled like him, or maybe it was the warmth making her feel as if his arms were wrapped—
Crack!
The sound of broken bones greeted her ears as a baseball bat slammed down on a limp body, the image flashing on the wall in front of her for a split second.
Coming back to reality, she almost forgot where her thoughts were heading. If she hadn’t inhaled Amo’s masculine scent coming from the expensive fabric, then that was where her mind would have gone. She started to think the jacket might have been soothing her, but she hadn’t experienced that feeling in a long time. The only reason she believed it was because her thoughts should be consumed right now by her horrors, making her watch the replay of tonight’s—
Snap!
Another flash of the bat making contact with the man’s leg, the man who lay practically lifeless on the floor, before the wall turned blank again.
She ran her thumb over the fabric, not understanding why her body wouldn’t stay motionless like the million times it had before when her nightmares had played in front of her eyes.
Gliding her thumb over the soft fabric again, she came to the conclusion that it felt as expensive as it—
An evil pair of blue-green eyes stared back at her from the white wall, making her blood run cold. She watched him grip the neck of the bat with a force so intense she was positive it was going to shatter before the bat was brought down for its final time.
Crunch!
Amo’s jacket was no longer going to bring her out of her nightmarish dream.
The demon had come to get her.
Two
Going Back in Time
Four Years Earlier
The stinging pain on her face and her sore body woke her, making her want to scream, but her throat was too dry. Not only did the room feel unfamiliar to her, but the sterile smell, as well. She couldn’t recall anything nor figure out where in the world she was, which made her feel as if she were heavily drugged.
As she groggily tried to open her eyes, she saw everything in a blur. Then a figure moved into the space over her.
“Chloe,” a male said before he laid his hand over her arm.
The moment his masculine hand touched her skin, memories flooded her mind of the horrific crimes she had just endured, like she was going back in time to endure it all again.
She tried desperately to scream, but it sounded weak, coming out as a hoarse whisper.
When the pressure from the hand on her slightly increased, she began to kick and hit uncontrollably, unsure if she could survive the brutality she had just experienced once more.
“It’s me, your father. Chloe, you’re safe now,” her father kept repeating quietly, trying to keep her calm.
All she could think about was the hand on her arm, as if she were still experiencing the torturous touch from before.
Only wanting it to stop, she was finally able to scream, “Let go of me!”
Her father only held her down harder, using both hands.
“Shh! You are safe … in the hospital,” he began, trying everything he could to keep her from drawing attention to the room.
Hot tears spilled down her cheeks before the sound of shuffling feet echoed throughout the room, and even more hands began to hold her down.
“Please, I can’t take anymore!” she cried.
“She’s having a panic attack. Give her something!” her father quickly spit out before Chloe could say another word.
Feeling a slight sting in her arm, Chloe started to lose the fight against them. Unfortunately, as her body became numb, her mind didn’t. She still felt her torturer’s hands on her instead of the people in this room.
Looking past the nurses, she stared at the blank, white wall through the blur of her tears.
Please, I don’t want to be touched anymore.
* * *
“S-Stop!” Chloe choked out for what felt like the hundredth time as hands held her down once more.
The prick of the needle into her sore skin felt like nothing compared to the hands that gripped her. Her cheeks burned as tears fell, bringing her to the realization that she must have been crying in her sleep as she was never even awake for a full five minutes before they knocked her out again.
As the drugs took over her body, her last thought was to wish they understood.
The nurses, along with her father, thought she was screaming for them to stop drugging her, but she was just screaming for them to pull their hands off her body.