Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
But once I blink them all away and Robert comes into focus, I immediately wish I could unsee what I’m seeing.
Mikhail may have kept Robert alive, but just barely.
His head dropped forward in what I’m hoping is unconsciousness, Robert has at least a dozen knife handles protruding from his body. His arms, his legs, his hands, his feet…
He’s been stabbed everywhere except for his torso, head, and stomach.
My throat closes up and more tears pour from my eyes.
Oh god, I’m sorry, Robert. I’m so fucking sorry.
Mikhail lets go of my hair by shoving my head forward.
Somehow I manage to slap my hand down to the floor to catch myself at the last second.
Then Mikhail’s foot comes down on my neck, slamming my face into the floor anyway.
“I said fucking thank me, bitch! Do you know how much fucking trouble you’ve caused me?!”
Viciously, he begins to stomp his boot down on my back and kicks at my sides.
Switching into pure self-defense mode, like I’ve had to do so many times over the past few years, I curl up and try to make myself as small as possible, avoiding every hit that I can.
“You called the fucking police!” he screams as I try to roll away from him.
Grabbing me by the hair again, he tries to pull me to my feet. “You made me chase your stupid cunt ass to Kentucky!”
I reach up, nails clawing and scratching at his hand to free myself from his grip.
He punches me hard in the stomach, so hard I want to puke, and then tosses me away before delivering a few more brutal kicks to my sides and ribs.
Dazed and out of breath, I struggle to protect myself. Losing the strength to keep my arms up, protecting my head.
I hurt in so many fucking places, I can’t even tell if he’s broken something.
“I said thank me, Allison!” he roars before he delivers one last hard kick to my side and walks away.
Still curled up, desperately trying to get some air, I watch Mikhail’s Italian black leather shoes approach Robert.
“Thank me for saving the last knife for you…” Mikhail huffs out before he picks a knife up from a table that’s been set up next to Robert.
Turning to me, he grins. “Where should I make the fatal blow? The neck? The chest? The stomach?”
I hurt so bad, I don’t want to move, but if I don’t move, Robert is going to die.
Gathering up all the strength I have left, I shove shakily up from the floor until I’m resting on my knees and reach behind myself as I force my lungs to suck in a shrill breath.
“Oh? You don’t like any of those places, my dear?” Mikhail sneers then his eyes flash with menace and madness. “How about the groin? Wouldn’t that be fitting given how you’ve fucking cuckolded me, hmm?”
Paranoid freak. Yeah, I’ve been with Coy, but he doesn’t know that. No, ever since I married Mikhail, he’s believed I was cheating on him. It was the only explanation he could come up with in his head to explain why I didn’t want him. He couldn’t accept that I simply did not want to be with his sick, abusive ass.
Every few months, he’d off one of his yes-men, thinking I was sleeping with him, and then…
Hand desperately digging into my pants, I yank the gun out and shakily point it at Mikhail.
I still can’t speak, but I’m pretty sure he gets my message.
“Where did you get that?” Mikhail asks, his head tipping to the side and his eyes narrowing.
I start to cough and suck in another breath. While I do it, the gun tips toward the floor.
Mikhail laughs at me. “Put the gun down, you stupid bitch. You don’t even know how to use it.”
As soon as my coughing fit is over and Mikhail turns back to Robert, I straighten the gun, tighten my grip, and pull the trigger.
“Fuck!” Mikhail bellows as my shot hits him directly in the foot, right where I wanted it to.
The knife he was holding clatters to the floor as he hunches over and grabs at his shoe.
He looks at his shoe then looks back up at me and screams, “You shot me in the foot, you stupid cunt!”
For calling me a stupid cunt, I aim, pull the trigger again and shoot him in his other foot.
Mikhail lets out a high-pitched scream that sounds a little girly to my ears as he drops to the floor.
I watch him moan, curse, and writhe while trying to grab both of his feet at the same time.
And I’m so tempted, so fucking tempted, to shoot him in the head for all the shit he’s put me through.
The lies… the deceit… the abuse…
Mentally scarring Levi.
Pushing down to shove up with my left hand, I shakily get to my feet, keeping the gun aimed at the top his ugly head.