Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“You know I didn’t go to college,” Damon said.
“You didn’t?”
“There are two starts in life, Meghan. There’s the one that you make where your family wants the best for you, and then there’s the one I know.”
“Which is?”
“You grow up on the streets and you learn to adapt that way. That’s how I grew up. I built myself up.”
“I’ve seen you come home with blood on your shirt. Alex is fifteen, and he’s a good kid. Nice. He deserves to have more than beating the shit out of someone for money.”
He actually found that a compliment, but he was also still buzzing from the fact she called his place “home.”
Keeping her in his apartment block seemed to be working.
Heading out onto the street, he smiled as he saw Rex’s car already gone.
“I should have known I couldn’t be gone for long,” she said.
“You’ve got to understand, a deal’s a deal.”
“I can’t do this though. I’ve not seen the outside in so long.” He didn’t let her go, so when she stayed still, he had no choice but to turn toward her to see what the holdup was. She glared at him. He watched as she jumped up and down, landing on the ground. “See. I need to be outside. Working, finishing my classes. I don’t care, just don’t keep me locked up in that place.”
“You want to start coming out with me?”
This made her pause. “I don’t want to see the damage you cause.”
He smirked. “It’s not damage if people deserve it, babe. Believe me.”
“I’ll never understand why you hurt someone for money. It’s not worth it.”
“You really see the good in everything, don’t you?” he asked.
“No. I see that people have choices, and you can either choose to be nice or mean to them. That’s not something you should be proud of.”
“I run a business. Word gets out that I let one payment slip, they will all be slipping.”
She rolled her eyes.
He grabbed her arm and pressed her up against the body of his car. Putting both of his hands on either side of her body, he glared at her. “Let’s get something straight. You were brought up by parents that loved you. That cared. They would do anything for you. They wanted what was best for you. I had a mother who would rather pass her son around to be used as a punching bag so she could get her next high. I know how the world really works. Sex, drugs, and money. It makes the world go around. Someone is always searching for the next high; you have to be willing to fuck to survive, and then fight to stay alive. Do you understand me? Don’t judge me on what you don’t know.”
He moved her out of the way of the door, opening up the passenger side and helping her in.
Slamming the door closed, he rounded the vehicle and watched as she buckled in. Her hand shook a little as she strapped in.
She was getting to him.
Meghan was becoming a real distraction and not one he wanted to ignore or throw away either.
She’d already lasted longer than any other female he’d been with. They were all easy to get. Women threw themselves at him, but Meghan didn’t. She made sure he did all the leg work, and he didn’t mind at all.
In fact, he loved chasing her.
The moment he got home from a really long day, he fucking relished the sight of her. She was an angel mixed in with all of his hell.
He wasn’t kidding about his life.
From a young age, he’d been beaten for the amusement of others. Suffered many broken bones, and then of course was the rapes that he wouldn’t let her know about. Her mother made sure he paid for her sins. When he was finally old enough to fight back, he did. He made sure his mother didn’t get any more happy times, and in turn, he snuffed the life out of her. To this day, no one knew what happened to her, but he did.
After killing her with his bare hands, he’d dumped her body in the ocean and he’d waited as it sank to the bottom, hoping sharks took care of her.
That was over twenty years ago.
It was why Rose better count herself lucky because if she ever said a thing out of line, or put Meghan’s life in danger, she’d join his first kill so fucking fast, she’d be dead within a flash.
Chapter Seven
Three days later, Meghan sat at the edge of a fighting ring. There were so many people packed into a tiny space, cheering as two men seemed intent on murdering each other on sight.
This was not legal.
She knew that.
There were no boxing gloves, and the floor was covered in blood.
Other than the announcer, there was no one there to be a referee for the fights. Also, last time she checked, kicking someone during a legal fight wasn’t allowed.