Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Fear ripped through me, making my body shake. “You can’t do this.”
“Why not?” He continued to slice away at more of the gown. “Your fiancé is blocks away, trying on fancy little tuxedos. I’ve killed the men surrounding this store and brought their bodies inside.”
He kept slicing the fabric of the dress away. “I can do whatever I want with you.”
No, you can’t. I will figure out a way to kill you. Trust me on that.
Then, he threw the knife with a force so powerful it cleaved through the air like a lightning bolt and slammed against the wall.
Fuck.
Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I lunged for him, clawing and scratching at his eyes with every ounce of strength I had.
He reeled back, narrowly avoiding my grasp, and yanked my head backwards with a sickening twist. And then, he lowered to me, burying his face into the curve of my neck, putting his lips on my neck. His hot breath steamed down my neck.
“Get off me!” I fought against him, jabbing and punching, thrashing and kicking.
“I missed you.” He sank his teeth into my collarbone.
A vicious clamping pain drilled through me as I screamed in agony. “Ah!”
My vision blurred.
I blinked through the pain.
When he finally took his teeth away, he raised his face above me. Blood dotted his teeth.
“I’m going to put my mark all over you.” He slid his free hand to my bra and wrenched it down. My breasts spilled out.
“No. No. No.” My eyes watered. “Don’t do this, Gypsy. Please, don’t.”
“Why not?” He grasped one breast and squeezed it hard.
I squirmed under his hand. “You do this and I’ll never forgive you.”
“And what about my forgiveness?” With my breast firmly in his hand, he leaned his face close to mine and licked the blood off his teeth. “Have you ever hoped to get my forgiveness?”
“Y-yes.”
“You killed my baby and then threw me away like I was trash.” He seized my nipple and twisted it hard.
“Ow!”
“Did you ever feel bad about that?”
I cried out, “Yes!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I felt so guilty for all these years.” I whimpered. Tears streamed down my cheeks. “T-that’s why I didn’t just run to some other guy. I-I didn’t think I deserved love.”
He let go of my nipple and then began to roll it between his fingers. “That’s what I assumed until weeks ago when he began to be seen around you.”
“Stop it!” With a sudden surge of strength, I forcefully shoved his hand away. He retaliated by gripping my hair harder.
A pained cry escaped me.
“You planned to wear white for him, but you’re no virgin.” He slid his hands down the shredded front of my gown and then plunged his hand inside the ripped end, groping his way closer and closer to my panties.
I punched at him.
He jerked away, but still shoved his hand down the gown.
“Stop it!” I struggled against him, punching and writhing.
His face took a hit or two, but still he was able to yank my panties away.
“No—no!” I screamed.
He gripped my hair again, yanking me so hard my neck ached.
Pushing through the pain, I kicked and arched away from him, but he was so strong. He put his hand between my legs and tried to insert a finger into me.
Screaming, I lashed out at him again.
“Fuck!” He had to give up. Wrenching his hands out of my gown, he grabbed my throat and dug his fingers into it until I was gasping for oxygen.
“Stop fighting me!” he hissed. “I’ve waited forever for this moment. Don’t ruin it!”
The thunderous boom of gunfire sounded off in the distance.
“What?” He widened his eyes in terror, turning his head slowly toward the door in anticipation of what awaited him on the other side. “What the fuck?”
I capitalized on his fright and lunged forward, digging my nails deep into one of his eyes.
“Aah!” A piercing scream erupted from his lips as he released my hair, and fell backwards, clutching his ruined eye.
I punched him hard in the crotch.
He doubled over.
I spun around like a raging tornado and jumped up off the floor, the momentum of my movement propelling me forward with enough force to make me stumble.
Please, God!
The gown snagged at my feet, almost tripping me.
Gypsy roared behind me. “Kash!”
I didn’t look back. Instead, I dove for the table, crashing into it with a thud, as my guns clattered to the floor.
Gypsy grabbed my foot, but I was still able to quickly pick up my guns.
Thank you, Jesus!
I gripped Blossom in my left hand and Bubbles in my right.
Gypsy’s grip tightened around my foot and yanked me to him.
“Fuck you!” I whirled around and pulled the trigger. Bullets zipped through the air, hitting him in the chest and face. And still I kept pulling the trigger, filling him up and leaving no chance that he could survive. “Die, you son of a bitch! Die!”