Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Fixed on Ivy, I almost didn’t notice the Bedlam Boys fanned around her, or the forest behind them.
Cool night air tickled my swollen lips, providing the only sweet, soothing mercy I’d received since Amy walked that slut into my room. Grass teased my thigh where the skin hadn’t gone numb, and my wrists...
I carefully bent my neck. I was still bound, though now the other end of the rope was in Jacques’s hand. Another careful turn of the neck and I saw why.
I wasn’t at Black Widow Hill. I was sitting on the edge of it.
“Do you think this scares me?” Davidson perched next to me, his rope held by Roan. He had received a beating too, but not as bad as mine. He was able to sit up. As for me, only the rope and Jacques were keeping me upright.
Does bring me some satisfaction to know I made that stuck-up farm princess lose control.
“You don’t have the balls.” Davidson laughed. “We’re not on the playground anymore boys. A few taps to the jaw and a roll on the dirt won’t send me off crying. From here on if you make a threat, you better be ready to carry it out, and it’s written all over your faces”—he spat at Roan’s feet—“weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, and weak.”
“You finished?” Cairo asked, amused. “Good. Now we can get started. I’m going to make this simple. One of you is going to tell me the names of everyone in the Black Letter Crew, and what you’re planning. Whoever speaks first, lives. Whoever speaks last will have the last thing they see be my boot in their face before the long drop down. Understood?” He swept out his arms, turning to both of us. “Simple, right? Now, who is going first?”
My lips sealed shut. I reduced this man to a quivering bowl of cum with one good ball fondle and blowjob. He didn’t scare me.
“Cairo, you forgot to mention,” Roan chimed in.
He clapped. “Of course. I should mention there’s a time limit on this offer. If ten minutes pass and neither of you give it up, it’ll be up to me to pick.” His handsome, wide smile beamed on me. “I will kick you off this cliff and your friend will have until your screams fade to give it up, or go sailing off too. It’s been a long day and I’m not interested in being out here with you two for a second longer than I have to be.”
I rolled my eyes. I’d give it to the Bedlam Boys. They could talk a good game, throw a good punch, and that was enough to cow everyone else in this stupid town, but it didn’t impress me. I knew real pain. True sacrifice. That was something these pretty boys playing pretend would never understand.
“Legend, start the timer.”
My handsome former lover who licked my pussy so good it curled my toes, pulled out a phone and did as requested. I smirked when he showed me the countdown. “Wow. You really think I’m buying this? You’re not getting anything out of me, except an orgasm.” I blew him a kiss through busted lips. “I know the hick trash hasn’t been giving you what you need. How about we skip this foreplay and go straight to you pumping my throat while Roan does me from behind?”
“Gonna have to pass.” Legend winked. “I don’t screw bald chicks.”
I bared my teeth as Ivy howled.
“Wasted a whole minute on that,” Cairo remarked. “I’ll repeat the question. Who is in the Black Letter Crew, and what are you planning?”
“Consider my time up,” Davidson sang. “I’m not telling you shit, so do it. Do it, Sharpe. Kick me off the cliff. Murder a bound, weaponless man in cold blood. Make your drunk daddy proud.
“Go on,” he pushed when Cairo didn’t move. “What are you waiting for? I want you to do it, Cairo. I want to see you become... me.”
Cairo’s eyes flashed.
“That’s right. You think you’re so above us. Believe you’re protecting the town with everything you do. Every law you break. Every person you hurt is for the greater good. You know who else thought the same? The Men of Honor.
“You and the precious Society of Sisters have become exactly what you hate.” He cracked up. “Is it any wonder I can’t stop laughing? You’re no different from us. Actually, you’re worse. At least—the new and reforged Men of Honor—are honest about who we are. We don’t pretend to be Bedlam’s saviors while we sink the book in its throat. We are what we have always been—its rightful owners.”
Roan cracked a jaw yawning. “Wow. How much time did he waste on that speech?”
“Three minutes,” Legend replied. “Should we let him waste the final six with more hypocritical ramblings about his crew’s honesty while they hide behind black letters and wear masks when they attack innocent girls?”