Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 112337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
"Are you fucking your brother's girl, D? That would be boss if you were," Trent's voice laughed.
Damien's hold on me tightened. "Don't."
I looked at Trent as he laughed again and said, "Always the protector of females. That particular trait had you swimming in pussy when we were kids. I'm glad to see nothing has changed."
I was disgusted that Trent nodded in my direction as if the only reason Damien was trying to keep me safe was because he wanted to have sex with me.
"He is a good person, you fuckin' prick. He doesn't need a reason to keep people safe!" I snapped, and then went into a coughing fit because my voice was raspy, and my throat was bloody killing me.
Trent snapped his teeth at me. "Say fucking one more time, baby. Your accent has me tied up in knots over here."
I curled my lip in disgusting. "You're a vile creature."
Trent smiled at me. "You haven't seen anything yet, baby. Let's see what names you call me after I fuck that smart mouth right out of you."
My stomach lurched while Damien pushed us up to our feet. "You touch her, and I will kill you for real this time!"
Trent switched his gaze from me to Damien and his face hardened. "Oh, I'll be touching her; I seem to have a need to fuck Slater bitches. Nala was a fighter, but I'm betting little Irish there will give me one hell of a time."
I widened my eyes not because he said he was going to rape me, but because he just admitted to raping Nala. Damien went deathly still, so I moved directly to his side and gripped onto him as he looked to Marco who was watching the three of us with mild amusement.
"You said you killed her," Damien said to Marco.
Marco shook his head. "I never said that. I said I couldn't let her leave my house alive. She did die that day but not by my hand; she died by his."
I let out a whimper when Marco nodded to a grinning Trent, who was looking at Damien with a smugness that made me feel physically sick.
"I knew you loved her and after she rejected me, what better revenge could I get on you for almost killing me? Killing your heart, of course. She screamed as well, so loud I almost wanted to cap her before I was even finished fucking her, but I didn't. I got a shot at all her holes before I blew her mind, literally."
I didn't even try to hold Damien back when he tore away from me and charged at Trent. No one was quick enough to stop him from getting to his target this time. He crashed into Trent and knocked them both to the ground. If I pretended Damien's hair was brown, I would have sworn that I was watching Dominic beat someone up, because Damien was throwing punches exactly like him.
Damien got about five or six hits in before Marco's men intervened and pulled him off Trent.
"She was ten weeks pregnant!" Damien screamed as he tried to break free of the men's hold on him and charge for Trent again.
I flung my hand over my mouth and let the tears that filled my eyes fall down my cheeks. Damien let out a male cry that broke my heart and made me cry out for him and for Nala.
She was pregnant when she was raped and murdered?
Oh, my God!
"I'll kill you for this!" Damien swore to Trent, who was getting up from the ground and swiping away the blood from under his nose and from his lip.
Trent looked at Damien and smiled a smile so evil it made me shiver. "So I killed your bitch and your kid? Fuck me, talk about killing two birds with one stone, or one bullet as it was."
Damien roared again and tried to break out of the hold the arms had on him but he couldn't. Nobody held me or was paying me any attention though, so with anger and grief for Nala I charged Trent and dug my nails into his face and scratched with every bit of power in me. Trent screamed so loud and knocked me off him and to the ground, but it was too late. I had already raked his face with deep scratches and cuts that would scar no matter how many stitches he got.
I laughed, but then screamed when he let out a roar and gave me a kick in the stomach with such force it caused me to heave and throw up all over the floor.
"I'm going to make you scream, bitch. You will see how much of a vile creature I can fucking be," Trent growled down as he stood over me with blood running down his neck and under his shirt from the cuts I had caused.
He made a move to hit me again but stopped when Marco appeared over me and grabbed his raised arm, halting his movements.
"Enough! I need her alive. How many times do I have to fucking say that?" Marco snapped to Trent.
Trent lowered his hand when Marco let go of it and swallowed. "But uncle-"
"No buts, you can't have the other one. This one belongs to Nico, and I need him, and he needs her, so she is off limits. Do you understand that, boy?" Marco asked Trent, his gaze now a glare.
Trent nodded his head and swallowed again. "Yes, sir."
Marco sighed a little then waved his hand to two men who were standing guard over a whimpering Damien. They let him fall to the floor and walked off towards the hallway and down to the private rooms.
"If you keep it together for the rest of this meeting then you can have this one to play with."
I carefully pushed myself up into a sitting position wincing at the pain in my side so I could look past Marco and see who he was talking about. I felt like throwing up again when the unconscious body of a female was dragged into the room and dropped a few feet away from me.