Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“I waited until you were goddamn eighteen! I could’ve taken you when I’d bought you at sixteen, but I waited.” He turned in a circle, his hands on his head. “I waited.” He stopped to look at her again. “If you weren’t so fucking frigid you could’ve enjoyed it. I did my best with you. I really tried.”
Of all the sins he’d committed against her, his pretense to care was the worst. He’d made her suffer, and he’d enjoyed every minute of it.
She pushed back the chair and got to her feet. “Don’t make out like you ever cared about me or my pleasure. You got off on hurting me, physically and mentally. You laughed when I cried while you fucked me. When I was going out of my mind, begging you to let me out of my prison, just for one hour, you spat in my face. You made me pregnant against my will to tie me to you. Fucking me was a means to a cruel, cruel end, so don’t turn it around and make it into something it’s never been.”
“It could’ve been more. I still want you, Sky. Do you know why I stopped fucking you? It was the way you looked at the ceiling instead of at me when I was inside you.” He beat his chest with a fist. “Do you know what that did to me? Do you think I didn’t want to give you your freedom? Do you think I enjoyed locking you up in a cage for two years?” He waved the gun in the air. “All you had to do was give in!”
“You raped me. There was nothing to give in to.”
In a flash, he was on her side of the table, grabbing her hair in a fist and pushing the barrel of the gun against her temple. He put his face in hers, saliva splattering over her as he spoke. “I bet your black knight didn’t have to rape you. Did you open your legs for Mr. Black? Did he have to ask nicely, or did you beg for his cock?”
“Stop it.” She tried to break free, but he only tightened his hold. “We didn’t sleep together.”
“Don’t lie to me, whore! I know he saw you naked. Did you send him? Was it your idea? You think you can scare me? Maybe we should cancel all Friday visits until you’ve learned your place again.”
Her heart squeezed at the threat. “Please, no. He saw my bruises when I took a bath. I didn’t tell him anything, I swear. I asked him not to come here.”
“A bath, eh? Where did you go?”
“He took me to a hotel.”
He yanked on her hair. “You want me to believe nothing happens in hotels?”
“I swear. He’s not like that.” She cried out when he pulled harder. “I don’t want this either.” God knew, she didn’t want to lie or deceive Bono. “We don’t have a choice. Godfrey will kill us, Dou.”
At that, his hold slackened. He let go of her with a shove. “We’re meeting him tonight after work. Be ready at eight.” He licked his lips. “When this is over, I’ll kill that black bastard myself. I’m going to do it in front of you, nice and slow, and I’m going to enjoy every minute.”
Sky was gone when Bono woke. He cursed. She should’ve woken him to see her home. There was a piece of paper on her pillow with a number written on it. He memorized it, showered, dressed, slipped the paper into his pocket, and made his way to the base, circling a nearby neighborhood until Maya had checked that he wasn’t being tracked by a satellite or drone.
Cain and the team, minus Sean and Sara who were still on van duty, waited in the lounge.
“Got anything for me?” Cain asked.
“Soon. Another day or two, and I’ll crack through her defenses. What about the Medusa leaflet?” He’d called in the info last night when he’d excused himself to go to the gents. “I smell trouble.”
“Lann is looking into it.” Cain gave a tired sigh. “Katherine already sent us everything she could find on the name to see if we can make any connections. For the time being, our focus remains on Godfrey.”
Bono nodded. “Understood.”
The team started dispersing one by one. When Joss passed him, Bono grabbed his arm. “I need to have a word with you.”
“Let’s have a coffee.”
In the kitchen, Bono closed the door behind them. “I’m going to kill Doumar.”
Joss regarded him with a curious expression. “What happened?”
“He’s hurting Sky.”
Joss’s hand stilled on the button on the espresso machine. There were few things that infuriated Joss as much as violence against women and children. Bono knew it came from issues he had with an abusive father, although Joss never spoke about it.