Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Dare glances over at me. “You wouldn’t have fucked me if I loved her,” he states.
He’s never hit me before, but I feel like he just did.
Is he saying…?
My emotions are too raw to take a hit like that right now. I hug my knees closer and rest my face against my legs, trying not to cry.
He can’t love her. That can’t possibly be true. He’s had a whole fucking relationship with me, and the things he said about her…
There’s no way he loves her.
There’s no way he lied to me, because if he was lying about that, he could have been lying about everything.
Trust me, he said.
He asked for the impossible, and I fucking gave it to him, and now here I am.
“Did you give her that picture?” I whisper.
“No.”
I feel so fucking sad. At worst, I thought Dare might break my heart, but whatever this is, it’s much worse.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask softly.
“One of my dad’s developments,” he finally answers. “The model home. We’re almost there.”
A development sounds potentially big and empty, with no one around to help me.
What are they going to do to me once I’m there?
I think of the nail gun he used on Rina. All of the other construction tools they have at a construction site.
Oh my god.
They’re going to kill me.
Tears spring to my eyes as a fresh wave of terror rolls over me. My whole body shakes as the realization hits me.
The coldness. The fucking psycho bitch in my car.
She didn’t try to take me down, she just tried to take my kill.
I’m just prey to them. He doesn’t love me.
They’re both monsters.
No, no, no. That can’t be true.
But it makes the most sense. I don’t understand how or why. I’m so fucking confused and heartbroken, and nothing makes any fucking sense.
Dare hits the turn signal, presumably to signal Anae that this is where the turn is because there’s no one else on the road.
My brain tells me this may be my last chance to plead with him for mercy, but my broken heart doesn’t think he has any.
I think about how fucking stupid he must think I am. He comes to my house to kidnap me, and I think he’s there to cuddle.
“Good thing you got that last fuck in, huh?” I mutter.
“You asked for that fuck,” he reminds me. “Practically begged for it.”
Talk about salt in the fucking wound.
He hasn’t been exactly chatty during this horrendous drive, so I’m surprised when he says, “Don’t mention that to her.”
My eyes widen and I stare at him. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
If I could rip his face off his skull right now, I fucking would.
The sound of a car door opening outside gets our attention. Dare’s gaze flickers to the rearview mirror, then he looks back at me. “I’m serious, Aubrey. I didn’t plan to fuck you. Do not fucking tell her that.”
Oh, I’ll tell her, all right. In explicit detail.
“I’m going to tell her you came inside me,” I state, smiling at him. “That you told me you wanted to have a family with me.”
“Christ,” he says, looking more aggravated than I have ever seen him before. “This is not the fucking time for that.”
“If you don’t want your side piece to tell your stupid fucking psycho girlfriend–”
Anae opens the passenger door.
I don’t wait for her to grab me and pull me out.
I launch myself at her, digging my nails into her scalp and ripping at her hair.
“What the fuck!” she shrieks, falling back a couple of steps, unprepared for the attack.
“Jesus Christ.” Dare slams the car door and a second later, he’s grabbing me and pulling me off her, easily restraining me as I fight like hell to get away from him and attack her some more.
If they’re going to kill me, I want to at least rip her fucking hair out first.
“You dumb whore,” Anae yells.
“You’re a fucking psycho,” I scream back. “An unhinged fucking psycho who can’t even keep her boyfriend satisfied when she lets him fuck around.”
Anae literally seems to grow two sizes, that’s how full of rage she is.
“This is really fucking great,” Dare bitches.
“How dare you,” Anae says like a dragon about to breathe fire.
“I didn’t lose my keys!” I say, struggling to turn back to face her while Dare restrains me. “He fucked me while you were outside waiting—”
Dare’s hand clamps down hard over my mouth. The shock of cool leather startles me out of my blind rage and I realize, oh shit, he’s wearing his black leather gloves.
“Are you fucking serious, Dare?” Anae demands. “You really had to bang her one more time before you brought her outside? You are such an asshole.”
I try to scream out more juicy details, but Dare keeps his hand firmly covering my mouth. “Open the goddamn door,” he barks at Anae.