Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“No.”
“So you still want to fuck her.”
I shake my head at her words, changing the subject. “Abigail, it’s been a long flight, and I’m ready for bed.” I turn and head to the stairs. “You can take the spare room.”
“I want to sleep in your bed.”
“No.” I don’t bother saying anything else, heading to my bedroom, I shut the door and lock it—I don’t want any unexpected guests sneaking into my bed.
And when I turn around, I smell Adora.
She’s everywhere.
SEVEN
ADORA
My ribs are sore.
It’s been two days since Joey left and took Abigail with him.
Despite the intense pain I feel everywhere, I’ve been keeping Jerome occupied. It helps to keep me distracted.
I’ve missed out on so much with him.
The way he laughs now, how his brows pinch together in thought as we sit outside on the grass, toy cars in front of us while he pretends to drive them up into the garden bed.
Scott has been gone all day, and I’m thankful. The less time I have to see or be around that asshole, the better.
I need to find a way to get out of here, which means I will have to take Jerome with me this time. I touch his soft hair, and he looks up at me and smiles.
“Why were you crying the other night, Mummy?”
“I was just so happy to be back with you,” I tell him, leaning in and kissing the top of his head.
“Father said you are nothing but a piece of meat and replaceable. What does that mean?” My stomach twists, and if he wasn’t in front of me right now, I’d be crying again.
“That’s nothing for you to worry about. What car is your favorite?” I ask him, trying to deflect. It works, and he tells me all about the blue car. I listen to him intently until I hear footsteps come up behind me, my nerves increasing the closer they get.
“Go inside. Brooke is here to bathe you,” Scott says to Jerome.
“I fired her,” I answer, not looking at him.
“I re-hired her.”
Jerome gets up as I feel Scott approaching at my back. When I finally glance over my shoulder, I see her standing at the door with her head bowed as she waits for Jerome.
“Go, buddy. I’ll be in soon to read you a book.”
“No, Mummy won’t be. She has plans. Brooke will read to you.” Jerome goes off, not even knowing that his father’s voice is filled with disdain. “Get up, Adora.”
I do, but not because he asked. I do it because it’s getting dark, and I need to go inside. Preferably to get Brooke away from my child.
“I thought a lot about your father today,” he starts as he grabs a piece of my hair and smiles, twirling it around his finger. “How special it was, the relationship between you two. And you went and destroyed that without a second thought. Look where that got you.” I say nothing but stand tall as he looks down at me. “I think he was on to something… how he used to get paid for your appearance. How the men would bid for you. I was the highest bidder, just so you are aware. He sold you to me like you were a toy. One I could collect. I treated you right, did I not?” When I remain silent, his open hand slaps me across my face, hard, but I take it in stride. “You will answer me when I ask you a question.”
“No.”
“See, you’re learning. I’ve come to realize you aren’t all that special. Not even the Rossi boys wanted you. So, what’s a husband to do with his wife?”
“Let me leave,” I bite out.
“You see… you leaving would mean you will take my son, which will never happen. So I was thinking…” He turns to look behind him and then back to me. Those eyes that are full of hate meet mine again.
I despise his eyes.
I despise him.
“I think Brooke will suck my cock tonight. Maybe I’ll slide it into her ass if she behaves. And you, my dear wife…” he touches where I know my cheek is red, “… will be off, showing what you have to offer to my men. See who the highest bidder is now that you are older.”
I have no words.
I am stunned into silence.
He steps closer, his mouth brushing my skin. He inhales before he smiles against me, and as much as I want to rear back, I stay still. “This is going to be so much fun.” Then he steps away, and one of his guards grabs my arm. “Shower and put on a dress. I plan to make money tonight.”
The guard starts to pull me—not to the main house—to a small outbuilding. He opens the door and pushes me inside, following me and shutting the door behind us. Letting go of me, he then nods to a black dress on the couch. “Put it on.” He clutches his gun. “Any funny business, I have orders to rough you up. Even a few holes if I please. You can skip the shower…” He laughs. “I hear they like them dirty.”