Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
For three days now, I’d been stuck in a room with Heather’s body. It smelled horrible, but the guilt I felt was ten times worse than dealing with the smell. I wanted to shut it all the fuck off, but I couldn’t—not when the reminder of the shit I’d dragged her into was right fucking next to me.
I glared at the ATL president when he stepped into the room. Without a word, he walked over and kneeled in front of me. I struggled against the cuffs that held me against the pipe in the floor, desperately wanting to get away from him. “I don’t want to kill you yet, love, because I need your people to get my message.”
He trailed his hand down my naked body. Swallowing vomit, I bit back the scream that was practically begging for release. I couldn’t cry, wouldn’t scream. I couldn’t show him that what he was doing to me was affecting me.
Damaging me.
I closed my eyes and allowed myself to fall into the welcoming, blissful darkness to help myself.
Cole
Amelia was still missing, and on top of it all, my sister decided to take off on top of it all. Why the hell my sister decided it would be a great fucking idea to run away from home when Amelia was missing, I didn’t fucking know. It wasn’t the time for her to be throwing one of her fucking hissy fits just because she wasn’t getting her fucking way.
“We’ve found her, man,” Drew told me as he entered my room, but his eyes were watery, and there were tears on his cheeks.
I’d never seen Drew cry, so I knew it had to be something serious. I stood up, putting my hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong, man?”
He shook his head. “It’s not my place to tell you.”
Right then, Mom screamed. I rushed out into the bar room. Dad was tightly holding Mom, and both of them were crying. Clayton walked over to me, tears shining on his face and swimming in his eyes. “Have you seen her yet?” he asked me.
“Who?” I asked, my chest tight. Fuck, did something happen to Amelia?
“Heather,” he muttered.
“I can’t calm down, Travis! My daughter is dead—fucking dead!” Mom screamed. “All because of that stupid bitch, Amelia! I’ll fucking kill her!”
I looked over at the table that everyone was gathered around at and forced myself to walk over. I pushed my fingers through my hair roughly, tugging at the strands when I saw Heather’s lifeless body lying on the pool table. “How in the hell did this happen?!” I roared.
Everyone stepped back from me. Before anyone could even try to begin answering me, the clubhouse doors were flung open, and Lorenzo walked in, holding a girl in his arms. “I’ve got Amelia,” he announced. “She’s alive.”
Luke and Amy rushed over to him. Luke immediately took Amelia in his arms. No matter how much I cared about Amelia, she could wait. My fucking sister was dead!
“Somebody answer me!” I roared. I wanted goddamn answers.
“We found her on the side of the road wrapped in a blanket. Her clothes were missing,” Drew told me quietly.
I dropped down into a chair. Fuck, what did Heather ever do in her fucking life to deserve this? Sure, she was a spoiled fucking brat that threw a lot of temper tantrums when she didn’t get her way, but she didn’t deserve to fucking die!
I forced myself to hold the tears back. I had to be strong for Heather’s sake. I would fucking get revenge for this, and it would be bloody. I would personally kill every mother fucking person involved.
I stood up and looked at Drew. “Deal with this. I can’t do it. Get her somewhere to be prepared for burial. I want the viewing tonight and the funeral tomorrow.”
“Son, she’s not your daughter,” my dad said, glaring at me, barely holding his own rage and sadness within. Hell, I could tell they were breaking through just from the few tears on his face.
“No, but she’s my fucking sister!” I roared. “If you’re not going to make the decision to get her prepared for burial and get shit tended to, then I’m going to fucking do it. We don’t know how long she’s been dead, so we need to fucking hurry.”
I turned away from him, anger and sadness pulsing through me like living, breathing things. I stormed down the hall to my room, slamming the door closed to my room.
Amelia
Mom’s face was the first thing I saw when I slowly opened my eyes. She was using a washcloth to wipe away the dirt and blood from my skin. I was in a shirt that smelled like my dad, and I was thankful for it. I needed some kind of support from him.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Mom whispered. “How are you feeling?”