Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“Do you want to come in and talk for a little bit?” King asks.
I look around and shrug. “Sure, I guess.”
I know I should say no, but King is one of the few people I feel comfortable around. I don’t have to pretend I’m not dying inside, or that everything is fine. He knows. Besides that, he knows my history with Dom and T. For whatever reason he doesn’t judge me for it, and I’m grateful.
King lays down on the bed and pats the place beside him. I feel a little uncomfortable. It’s a large room with a king-size bed, a chest across from the bed, and a large television hanging on the wall. The walls are painted a deep blue. I chose the color because it’s one of my favorites, plus it’s calming. I think dark colors in your bedroom help you sleep easier.
We lay down on the bed and I smile as King kicks his boots off. My grin deepens as the sound of them hitting the floor echoes around the room. “Your turn,” he instructs with a smirk.
I use my toes to kick off my heels. They make a much quieter sound when hitting the floor. We lay there in comfortable silence for a bit before King turns to his side to look at me. “How have you been doing since coming home?” he asks.
I don’t really want to answer him, but I get the feeling he’s genuinely interested. It almost feels like he’s a friend. Since I don’t really have any of those, I decide to answer honestly.
“Okay. I’m trying to give my father a lot of room. He’s struggling,” I tell him, lying slightly. I don’t figure he needs to know that my father blames me for my brother’s death.
“So are you, Wildcat.”
“I am, but I don’t need to add to their pain. I even decided to lie to them about what happened to me. It didn’t feel right to burden them with the fact I was raped by two men with an unconscious Nicole close by. It just seemed like something they didn’t need to know.”
“Christ, both of them?”
“Technically, Lucky was the only one inside of me. The other guy forced his way into my mouth. I tried to bite him, but he said if I did, he’d knock my teeth out and I knew he meant it. He kept promising he was going to get more once we got to the clubhouse. Lucky promised him he could have me when the time was right.”
“Damn it, Wildcat.”
“I was weak. I should have bitten his dick off. I tried to fight Lucky off. I really did. He got off on hurting me, though. He had a knife. I was terrified. Then, he started choking me and the more I fought him, the tighter his hands got. I was afraid …”
King surprises me by pulling me into his arms. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. It somehow keeps me calm. “I wish I could revive the fuckers just so I could kill them all over again,” he growls, his big hand rubbing up and down my back.
I laugh in response. I didn’t plan on telling him all of that. I’m not even sure why I did. I don’t feel shame with King, though. He doesn’t judge me, and it feels really refreshing. “Thanks for the sentiment, King, but I’m content knowing they aren’t breathing the same air as I am.”
King grunts. “If you say so.”
I let out a sad breath. “I guess that wasn’t a good thing to say.”
“Huh?”
“Admitting that I am happy they aren’t breathing. Karma already hates me enough. I shouldn’t add to the black marks on my soul since she’s against me already.”
“Karma?” he asks, sounding confused.
“Yeah. I played Thomas to get more attention from Dom. I tried to lie to Dom by claiming I was pregnant, so he wouldn’t leave Thea. I tried to get pregnant so he wouldn’t find out my lie. Some days, thinking back, I wonder if I had a psychotic break,” I grumble, pulling away from King to lie back on the bed. Now that I’ve admitted everything to him, he’ll probably take off running. I think I’m trying to run him off. My brain is a mess. “There’s probably more I’ve done, you know. I mean, besides being an all-around spoiled bitch, but I can’t really remember it all. I think my mind has blotted it out to protect me. There’s only so much self-hate a girl can endure.”
King surprises me by laughing. “Well, if it makes a difference, I think you’re pretty damn cool. It takes balls to stab a man like Lucky, get hit, and come back at him.”
“It does?”
“Damn straight it does. That’s why I’ve started calling you Wildcat. It’s impressive.”