Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 173392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 867(@200wpm)___ 694(@250wpm)___ 578(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 173392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 867(@200wpm)___ 694(@250wpm)___ 578(@300wpm)
“Milo …” one of the girls chides.
But he throws me into the wall of the restroom, and I stop myself before my face hits.
“Swamp slut,” he growls, flipping me back around. “His cum still inside you?” He grabs me between the legs. “Which one has his smell all over you?”
I breathe hard. “Um …” I search my brain. “I don’t know. I didn’t shower between the one last night and the one this morning.”
He throws me into the lime-green wall again, and I see his hand fly with only enough time to brace myself before it lands. Fire spreads across my cheek, and he squeezes a fistful of skin from my stomach so hard a cry crawls up my throat.
But before I can let it out, he throws me to the ground.
I land on my stomach, a sharp pebble digging into my palm.
“Enough!” the same voice says. I recognize it as Toni Viega now.
“She can take a man’s hands on her,” Milo tells the girl. “Haven’t you heard?”
I raise my eyes to look for the Jaegers. I see Trace. Beyond the game booths, in the crowd. I don’t want any of them to see. Not here. Not in St. Carmen.
Turning over, I keep my eyes locked on Milo as I rise to my feet.
I used to hit him back. He liked that, because it made him angrier.
But he doesn’t matter enough anymore. Let’s see if he can make me scream.
“Should we be gentler?” he asks me.
He comes in close, Cate and Emaline following as he grabs me by the collar again.
But Toni shoves off. “I’m out of here.”
She leaves, and I smile through the pain in my face, the skin feeling like it’s ripping.
“Should we take her somewhere?” Milo asks them.
Cate grins. “We should.”
My chest rises and falls with quick breaths. “Yeah, so you can do what men do to women to show what men they are, right?” I feel the fire in my eyes as I goad my ex. “Trace’s tongue between my legs. Iron’s hands squeezing my hips as I rocked on top of him. Army’s mouth sucking me so hard,” I taunt. “They have me coming when called and doing what I’m told, and all they do when they raise a hand to me is crook their finger.”
His eyes flare.
I smile wide. “It’s just sad for me that I can’t fit all five at the same time.”
In one quick movement, he has me by the hair, slaps me, then grabs my neck and shoves me to the ground.
I land hard, feeling a sharp pain shooting through my back as all the air leaves my lungs. Leaning down, he hauls me up again, and I don’t have time to push him away. His hand whips across my face, the force sending my head spinning and an ache flaring up my neck. Warm blood spills from the inside of my cheek.
He drops me back to the ground, and I lie there, trying to remember what I’m supposed to do. Instinct wants to kick in. I should run. I should yell, call for help. Fight back.
Tears fill my eyes.
But Milo backs away, telling them, “Don’t stop until something breaks.”
I look over my shoulder, struggling to get my feet under me.
When I rise and turn around, Milo is gone, Cate and Emaline remaining to finish me off.
I swallow, blood going down my throat. “Are we done?”
Emaline rushes me, taking hold of my arms behind me as Cate grabs my shoulders and plants her knee in my stomach.
Bile lurches up my throat, and they throw me down again. Their feet circle me, ready for my move.
But I just laugh weakly, feeling like I’m going to throw up at the same time. I struggle to my feet only to have another hand whip across my face. I fall to my knees, no idea who hit me that time, but I rise again.
And again and again.
I feel a drop of blood fall down my cheekbone—or maybe it’s a tear. My eyes are watering, my vision is blurry. I feel sick.
They shove me to the ground, one kicking me in the back, the other in the stomach. They back away, wait for me, and shift on their toes, ready. My arms shake under me as I try to stand up, but I cough, feeling the vomit rise.
I blow out three hard breaths, steel my muscles, and force myself up.
I stare at them through the hair that’s fallen in my eyes, and I feel the fire spreading across my stomach and over my face.
“Fight back,” Cate demands.
I sniffle. “Nah, I’m good.”
A hand flies across my face. Emaline, I think. “Fight back!”
I groan, a few tears streaming that I can’t stop. The corner of my mouth stings. My knees shake.
Cate pushes me to the ground, both of them coming in, and I hold my stomach to protect myself, but then … nothing comes.