Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“What do you want me to say? I promise. I don’t know anything.” I’m exhausted. I wish this psycho would kill me. The pain is horrible.
He squeezes again, and it’s another dry click.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, panting as if that’s another life saved…or lost. I’m not even sure anymore.
“Fuck this,” he growls and snatches the cell phone from Tiny’s back pocket, glaring at me intensely. “You better hope they’re willing to meet our terms, or you are so fucking dead, you’ll wish one of these bullets had pierced your skull.”
His words scare the fuck out of me, but they also bring home another fact. I should already be dead, but I’m not, so what’s he doing? “I thought I was dead anyway.”
“Not yet,” he laughs. “And don’t worry,” he grins, showing me the bullet that was supposed to be in the chamber. “I don’t do easy deaths, sweetheart. Do you know what a tough bitch like you will fetch on the black market?”
I don’t and don’t wanna know.
Ghost grins. “Remember yesterday, letting those freaks have their way with you? That’s nothing compared to what some of the sick shit rich fucks will pay to do to a pretty little thing like you.” He laughs and shakes his head. “Ever been fucked by a horse? A dog? Videos go for thousands on the dark web. Electrocution?” he gestures toward a shelf full of stuff. “Tiny, bring me that battery pack. Let’s see how she likes it.”
“No. What do you want from me?” I whimper. “I don’t know anything. Please.”
“Are you begging me now? Say it again. Beg me, chula,” Ghost says with a sinister smile on his ugly face.
“Please? I am begging you. Please let me go.” I’m terrified, and I don’t want to give up, but I’m not sure I have it in me.
“Maybe once you’re broken, I’ll keep you for myself. You wanna be my sex slave, chulita mia?”
A whimper escapes despite my best efforts because I’m scared as fuck right now. There’s nothing I can do to escape this hell, and it’s only become clear to me just now.
I’m just a pawn to them. Not a real human life.
“There are the tears I was waiting for,” he grins, letting out a satisfied sigh. “Something about your pain and fear gets me rock hard,” he says and grabs his dick to punctuate his point.
“Tiny! Get the fuck out of here and lock the door on your way out. I’ve got some business to take care of.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Diesel
It’s been days now, and still no word on Cassidy. Neither Ghost and his crew nor the Latin Mafia have said a peep. Nobody’s come forward, and it’s eating me up inside.
I try to keep my shit together at Morgan International, acting like I’m all in, like everything’s fine. But the truth is, my head’s not here. Every quiet moment, and there are plenty, my mind races back to Cassidy. I keep wondering if she’s okay. If she’s mad at me. If she knows I’m the reason she’s suffering right now.
I catch myself constantly checking the clock, counting the minutes until I can leave. I’ve never been a clock-watcher, and I hate it.
But I’m just looking to escape my thoughts, even for a little while. So, instead of going home, I head straight to the clubhouse after work.
I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone, but I can’t stand being alone, either. I need to be around my brothers, even though I’m pissed at them for how they’ve handled this Cassidy thing.
“Rough day?” Trudy leans her hip against the bar, one brow cocked at me.
“That doesn’t even come close to describing it,” I grunt and accept the shot she pours into a double glass with a half-smile. “Thanks.”
“No problem. Wanna talk about it?”
I give her one short shake of my head. “Nope.”
She lets out a short huff of laughter and points to a buxom woman with dark hair. “We have some new girls if you want to fuck it out.”
“No thanks.”
She shrugs. “Too bad. I’ll get you another,” she offers and makes her way to the end of the bar.
After two more ice-cold shots of tequila, I slow down with another shot and a cold beer, my thoughts still on Cassidy because I’m a glutton for punishment.
“Hiya, Diesel. You look like you could use a good time.” Layla presses her tits against my side, her perfume tickling my nose and her thickly lined eyes so close I can smell the beer on her breath. “I have more than a good time to show you,” she whispers softly.
A week ago, I would’ve taken her to the back room, pushed her onto her knees, and got my rocks off, but tonight, I’m not in the mood. “I’m good, thanks.”
“Oh, come on. You look like you need to relieve some tension, and you know that’s my specialty.” Her hand lands on my thigh, sliding up toward my cock.