Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
He’s going to pay.
Holy shit, he’s going to pay.
I spend the next three hours creating a web only I can walk on and then keep the string tucked away for later.
But now?
Now I make a plan to take his most valuable asset.
His daughter.
It’s only fair since he fucking took mine.
It’s conveniently Church night, not that it would have mattered. I was going to call a big ass meeting regardless. Even Copper was allowed in on this meeting, despite not being patched in, because this was bigger than the Royal Bastards.
This was revenge.
Something we’ve all been thirsting for since the day I met each of them.
“So what’s the plan?” Halo asks, frowning more than usual.
He’s pissed. They’re all pissed. We delivered Genworth’s prized possession right to him. Fucker probably laughed his goddamn face off. She’s been back home with her daddy for two months, living the pampered life, all while he celebrates at having pulled a fast one on us. It explains why he seemed afraid to see me and then surprised when I handed her back. He also must think that with an army of security guys and cameras galore, he’s safe.
He will never be safe.
I’m coming.
But not for him. Not yet. Not until I make him suffer. Make him feel one fraction of how I felt all those years ago.
“We’re going to take his daughter,” I grind out, crossing my arms over my chest.
Copper scowls because he fucking knows me.
The rest of the guys think I’m some goddamn hero.
“She’s safer with us,” Bermuda agrees, nodding.
Dragon snorts, popping him in the back of the head hard enough to send his ball cap flying. “Not to rescue, dumbass.”
Copper’s jaw clenches and I can hear his teeth grinding together. “What are your plans exactly with PG?”
“Her name is Nicolette Hadley Genworth. Not PG. Not Pageant Girl. Not Hadley. Not sweetheart or angel. She is a tool,” I growl out. “A tool we’ll use to poke and cut and stab at Genworth until he’s been wrought of every single drop of who he is.”
Dragon’s green eyes glitter with violence—the only one of my men who doesn’t need to be told twice.
The rest need convincing.
“I watched Putnam rape my daughter. My little fucking girl.” My voice cracks. “She begged for me to save her. I was helpless.”
Halo frowns and Bermuda pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Everything I have ever done in this life is to get to this point. To seek justice on the ones who stole from me. Putnam and Genworth are the ones responsible. There will be casualties along the way.” I meet each of their stares with a hard one. “If you want out, rip your patch off now and go. I thought we were brothers.”
No one moves.
“We’re one-percenters. Fucking outlaws. We’re not the heroes in anyone’s goddamn stories. Understand?”
Everyone nods, even Copper.
“This is justice and it will be served.”
More nods.
“We’re going to get her and I’m going to tell you how.”
I’m met with no more resistance. As it should be.
We’re brothers.
Until the end.
Even if it’s a fucking terrible journey.
Hadley
Magna has come by three times this week. Each time, more brutal than the last. He doesn’t seem to care that I completely go blank while he uses my body. To any sane person, it’s rape, but to me, I’m not present for it. If I escape in my head, it didn’t happen.
Nope.
I didn’t have my dead boyfriend’s father inside me. Three times. Did not happen.
It’s funny how easily I can convince myself. In the darkness of my room, I can almost pretend I’m somewhere else. Somewhere warm and safe. Like Koyn’s bed. In his arms.
A happy sigh escapes me.
There are worse men out there than Koyn.
Like my father.
My father, who apparently didn’t think fucking his daughter was enough sin for this lifetime, negotiated my pussy to the highest bidder.
I shudder violently, ignoring the crusted cum still on my thighs. At least with good ol’ Daddy, he uses a condom. Magna is probably infecting me with God knows how many diseases.
The hot shower seems so far away. I want to crawl over to it, but I’m too tired. Sick to my stomach. Broken in the mind. Depression eats me from the inside out. No matter what food they bring me, I turn my nose up to all of it.
I just want to die.
A hot tear leaks from my eye, but I don’t have the energy to swipe it away.
Click.
No.
Magna was just here.
Right?
Or was that yesterday? Hours ago? Minutes ago?
My mind spins as I try to remember.
“Is it still a fairy tale if the dragon comes for the princess instead of a prince?” a cold, evil voice growls, making my hairs stand on end.
“Dragon?”
Fingertips slide up my bare spine. A shiver trembles through me. His hand strokes my hair before gripping me hard and pulling the roots. I stifle a cry.