Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I can tell my dad is extremely worried by now. I think he never thought they'd do it. My dad has been treating this whole thing as a joke.
Well, now it's about to end with one of us dead, just like Mary, unless he can somehow smooth this thing over.
He looks frightened—as he should—and his tone changes now as he pleads with them. "Come on, guys, there has to be something I can do here. Anything. Take anything you want. I'll do whatever you require, just please God, let me live."
He doesn't mention me or move to protect me or anything. It’s like even in what could be my last moments alive, my dad doesn’t make a move to protect me.
I can’t believe it. I feel so vulnerable and exposed. I feel alone in the world.
My dad is a big man and he’s usually such a bully, but right now, he’s actually getting down on his knees in front of Ares.
"Please, Ares, you gotta help me. There has to be some way we can arrange something between us. I have equity and collateral in my stocks, in real estate, just give me some time to sell them."
He's practically kissing the huge, terrifying guy’s feet, and it's embarrassing. My dad has no pride.
You'd think for such a qualified bully he'd be above all this groveling, but apparently not.
He’s a business man, a power player. I always looked up to my dad in terms of business. I thought he was a leader, a capable one. I was sorely wrong on this.
The man called Ares looks down on my father's pitiful display. "The time for forgiveness has passed. Archibald Cox has sent us to collect on the debt. If we can’t collect then we must repossess."
I look up as he says the word repossess because he places special emphasis on it.
But that’s when I see it. I see the hungry looks of all three men trained on me.
They’re feasting on my body with their eyes and making no attempt to hide their stares. They're not even looking at my father as he begs—they’re looking at me.
I try to just be still and hide my conflicting emotions. These men are killers, involved in some business that I don’t even want to know about, and yet they seem to think I'm the most delicious thing on the menu.
This makes me blush considering how gorgeous they all are. It's like being in a room with the hottest guys you've ever seen. I know I should be hating them—I mean they just shot and killed someone right in front of me—but I'm loving their attention despite everything in me screaming that I shouldn’t.
What’s wrong with me? It must be some type of trauma-induced reaction or something. Because there’s no other explanation for why their heated stares are making me feel things I’ve never felt before. I've managed to stay a virgin this long and I did it largely to prove to my dad that I am a good girl worth loving.
The image I had of him is beginning to crumble as I see my dad is not what he appears to be. And so even though I’m still a virgin, my panties are suddenly soaked at the thought of these guys unabashedly sizing me up.
My father looks over at me and he sees the way they're ogling me. He uses it to his advantage, and suddenly, I’m aware that I'm a pawn in this game—a game of which I want to have no part.
Fuck.
They see me.
My dad sees them seeing me.
Everything has changed in a heartbeat and I know I'm now at the center of this, whether I want to be or not.
My dad desperately says, "take her. You like my daughter? Why don't you take her instead while I come up with the money?"
Three hungry pairs of eyes darken upon me. The evil thoughts they must be having about what they’ll do to me once I'm in their clutches has me feeling confused...why does it excite me? Shouldn't it terrify me that they might be thinking about taking advantage of me?
There's nothing to question in their hungry looks. They want me.
And I want them.
I know that they're strangers. That this is so wrong...but I don't think about what feels right or wrong.
My body gives way to pure instinct, lust unwrapping my inhibitions and making me crave them.
My mind twists into a weird fantasy of being with these chiseled men who are tormenting my father. A delicious shiver races through my body at the idea of them having their way with me.
And why should I care about him? He’s handing me over to them like I'm nothing of worth. His own daughter.
I'd rather go with them than be here with my unloving father who wants to use me as a bargaining chip in his twisted games.