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)
All it would take is one squeeze and my nightmare will be over with…
For killing my parents alone, he deserves death.
He tricked them, tricked them into believing he was someone they could trust. A rich, upstanding man of faith who happened to fall in love with their daughter.
All he wanted to do was take care of me and provide for me.
And believing him, they pressured me into marrying him. Even though Levi’s father was dead according to them, the fact that I was a single mother embarrassed them.
Hating that I brought shame to my parents, I eventually gave in.
I didn’t love him, and that was my mistake. My deceit. My sin. Because I knew I would never be able to love anyone again and I still married him.
But his love wasn’t love. It was never love.
It was sick, psychotic obsession.
He taught me that on our wedding night.
“Holy shit!” Poster Boy says as he comes running through the front door.
Tense and jumpy, I swing toward him and nearly shoot him in the chest.
“Oh fuck! Don’t shoot, Allie!” Poster Boy yells and throws his hands up in front of him.
Sucking in another breath, I relax and point the gun at the floor. Then I look him over. He’s covered in dirt and leaves, and his blond hair is a mess, but otherwise he looks okay.
“Fuck, I think you shot a couple of my toes off!” Mikhail yells, reminding me of his existence.
I swing back to point the gun at his head.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Poster Boy asks slowly in disbelief.
“Luke,” I wheeze because it’s easier than saying Poster Boy at the moment. “Is…” I cough a couple of times and clear my throat. “Coy coming?”
“Yeah,” Poster Boy says, and I hear him take a deep breath. “He should be here any minute.”
I nod my head and stare down at Mikhail, taking the time to enjoy his pain and discomfort for a little longer as my own begins to fade. If there’s one thing I’ve gotten used to over the years, it’s pushing through the pain.
If Coy is coming though, I don’t have much time left to make him suffer.
And I want to make him suffer more than anything.
I look around the house. All the garbage is gone. Someone has been renovating the place. The walls look and smell freshly painted.
“I need you to help me, Luke,” I croak when my eyes finally land on what I want.
There’s hesitation in Poster Boy’s voice when he asks, “What do you want me to do?”
Mikhail glares up at me. “You’re going to wish you were dead when I’m done with you, Allison.”
Joke’s on him, I’ve been wishing I was dead the entire time I was married to him.
Mikhail makes a move, like he’s going to get up, but I shake my head at him.
My voice still a little hoarse after I clear my throat again, I say, “Move, motherfucker, and I will shoot you between the eyes.”
Mikhail freezes and his lip curls with a snarl. Practically foaming at the mouth to get his hands on me, he looks like a rabid dog.
“Fucking try me, I dare you,” I glare right back at him. “Give me a fucking reason.”
When Mikhail stays put like a good boy, I tell Poster Boy, “Here, take the gun. If he touches me or tries to run, shoot him in the balls.”
Poster Boy chuckles. “Seriously, Allie? The balls?”
“The fucking balls,” I insist as he walks over, holsters his own gun, and accepts the gun I put in his hands. “Only if he touches me, though.”
“Fuck… we’ve done some shit together, but this is a whole new thing,” Poster Boy agrees with another chuckle and wild grin.
Once Poster Boy points the gun at Mikhail, I walk over to quickly check on Robert.
At first, I’m not sure how to touch him with all the knives sticking out of him. The last thing I want to do is cause him more pain…
Fresh tears sting my eyes as I carefully maneuver my arm until I can check the pulse on his neck.
Holding my breath, I listen and push my fingers against him until I find that little beating sign of life.
Carefully pulling my arm back, I let out the breath I was holding in relief.
He’s still alive. Mikhail turned him into a fucking pincushion, but he’s not dead.
Once Coy gets here, he’ll know what to do.
Until then though…
Mikhail continues to curse and spit, calling me all the names in the book. Bitch. Whore. Slut. Cunt.
I let it feed me.
Feed this endless pit of anger opening inside me.
Then I walk over to the wall where a few buckets and tools have been left.
Grabbing a crowbar, I lift it up and heft it in my hand as I turn back to Mikhail.
His face darkens with rage as I remind him, “If you touch me, Luke is going to shoot you in the balls.”