Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
“But your mom is a fierce, independent woman. She had an education, and judging by how she talks about your father, she seemed to run that show. In The Handmaid’s Tale, the women are prisoners in a patriarchal nightmare. Is Iran that bad?”
Azadeh gazed at the book, her mind going to some place darker. “Like you said earlier, life is based on luck. My mother was lucky to be born to a man who respected her and lucky enough to fall in love with my father, a man who adored her. But for many women in Iran, it’s like living in hell on earth, where they’re nothing but property and cattle to be bartered. So your answer about Iran will depend on who you ask.”
Chapter 13
Cyrus—Age 30
Present Day
I’m not sure if I should invite Lev. Usually, the asshole watches us fuck, but I feel like he should be punished. I mean, we could be humping like rabbits during this visit, but now we gotta go kill some motherfuckers, thanks to Lev.
“You coming, Lev? Or are you going to watch through your cameras?” Azadeh asks.
Cameras? What does she mean, cameras? “What cameras?”
Azadeh turns to me. “You didn’t know? Lev has cameras in every room and all over the property.”
Lev’s face goes stark white. The dude is pretty white to begin with, borderline vampire white, but now he looks like a sheet of paper.
“How did you know about that?” Lev asks.
I’m sure he thinks he was a super sleuth. I guess he was. I didn't know about it. But I’m no genius like Azadeh. The girl is as smart as a whip.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I jump out of my chair, letting it fall onto the marble floor. “What the fuck do you mean, cameras everywhere? Shit, Lev, you know you’ve always got an open invitation to at least watch.”
Lev remains silent. I’d keep my mouth shut, too, if it came out that I’d been pervert peeping on my friends. He doesn’t have to watch like a fucking creeper. He’s watched me bang other people before. I always wondered if being a voyeur was his thing. Maybe it’s his thing a little too much. I’ve done some fucked up shit in this house and on the grounds. And homeboy’s over here has the video evidence? I’m fucking pissed.
“Your freaking ass better delete me off all those videos, motherfucker.”
The asshole has the nerve not even to address me. All he seems to care about is what Azadeh thinks. Can’t blame him. She looks fine as hell with those leather pants that grip her curves. Her body’s fire. Like, fucking perfect. The way that top hugs her tits so tightly, they’re almost spilling out. Fuck, I want to bite them. She’d look so hot if she let me brand her flesh. I asked her if she would a few years ago, and she said yes when she agreed to be mine. Girl fucks my brains out but won’t settle down. Who needs more than three men? We would be her fucking slaves if she said yes. Even Lev’s stupid ass. He’s so fucking obsessed with her.
“Hey, asshole!” I shout at Lev, forcing his attention to me. “Does she know you follow her around the globe? Or that you have a tracker in her car?”
“You have a what?” Azadeh asks through gritted teeth.
Her arms are straight by her side as she clenches her fists. She looks pissed. The sex is gonna be good. She gets crazy when she fucks mad. Like, batshit. God, I hope she pulls the knife on me.
“I wanted to make sure you were safe,” Lev whispers.
“Safe?” Azadeh demands. “Safe? I’m a black belt with levels. I’ve trained with the best martial artists in the world. You couldn’t keep me safe if I had a red blinking nose. You couldn’t even keep Mona safe, and she’s defenseless.”
She cuts Lev off as he goes to respond. “Why did Mona run off on you, anyway? She knows who you are. Been around you for ten years. She’d have no reason to believe you’d harm her.” She grips the handle of her knife. She has Lev on the floor before Zeke and I can do anything. She straddles him, holding the blade of her hunting knife to his jugular. “Why wasn’t she feeling safe, Lev?”
My cock being hard as steel is a little fucked up. Part of me chants, “Do it! Cut him!”
“Az!” Zeke yells, his arms around her waist as he attempts to yank her off Lev.
“Why did she run off, Lev?” Azadeh screams as Zeke pulls her off.
I glance at Lev. He’s almost comatose; his eyes focused on the ceiling above him, his body frozen in shock as a few drops of blood trickle from his neck onto the floor by his shoulder.
Azadeh kicks her feet, connecting with Lev’s thigh. She’s fuckin’ lost it. The last time I saw her like this was when she attacked the leader of a sex trafficking ring. She was cold and collected one minute, and the next, she went full banshee on the guy, gutting him like a fish.