Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I do as she says, stopping at the door. She looks away from me as her parents come up behind me. They don’t say anything, and I walk away from her, paying all her bills on the way out, so she has nothing to worry about. But that won’t make her hurt any less, I know that. That gesture is nothing more than to make me feel better about it all. Livia’s bound to be hurting, and I caused that by listening to other people.
Now if I can just find Saskia, make sure she’s all right. And if I can find her then maybe some things in this life may start being okay. Instead of forced and unpleasant.
TWENTY MEN LINE THE walls outside the Arena waiting for us to go in. Quinn stands next to me, and the minute we open the door the music is loud, and a fight is taking place. No one looks to us when we walk in. We’ve already killed the front doormen, and soon Antonio will be next.
“Amy’s sitting next to him. There’s no sign of Saskia,” Quinn states.
I sigh in relief, my gun in my waistband as we walk up to Antonio. He doesn’t notice us straight away, his eyes are on the fight waiting to see who his victor will be. She notices us first. Amy’s eyes go full and she attempts to stand, but Quinn’s behind her and pushes her back onto the couch stopping her from going anywhere. Antonio looks around, but his men are currently occupied with guns to their heads by my men.
“You come into my house and bring guns?” he asks incredulously while standing on the spot. Amy stays where she is on the couch, but she’s looking down.
I ignore him and look down at her. “Care to explain why you touched her again, Amy?”
Antonio looks down at her, then back to me. “She didn’t.”
I raise the gun to his head, the music goes off, and people are quiet. “Tell him the truth, Amy.”
She looks to him for help, but there isn’t anything he can do. He knows it, she just doesn’t seem to see it yet.
“What did you do?”
She sucks her bottom lip in. “You said she was mine. I wanted her back.”
His head snaps to her. You can feel the anger emanating off of him. But I don’t give a fuck, I don’t care if it upsets him. It’s about me tonight.
“She isn’t yours,” I sneer at her.
She looks at me pursing her lips. “She isn’t yours, either. She was running from you.”
My gun moves from Antonio’s head to her head. “She jumped from your car. Where is she now?”
Amy looks directly at the gun like it will magically disappear. It won’t. “I don’t know.”
I lick my bottom lip trying to hold the anger at bay. “Wrong answer. I don’t like that response, Amy. Try again. Last chance to tell me where she is.”
She shakes her head again, telling me no. All it takes is one click of the gun to blow her brains out. Antonio’s once white jacket is now plastered with red. He screams at me and goes to move toward me. I pull back turning the gun on him. Pointing to the couch, I tell him to sit. Then I remove the list from my pocket. The one my father gave me.
“You fucking bastard...”
I tsk at him. “You should have kept her on a tighter leash, Antonio.”
He growls at me as he looks down to where a now lifeless Amy is lying, blood pooling around her head. I look around the room. His men are anxious, but are staying completely still. My men have guns to their heads, after all. I lean in close, so I’m almost whispering to his ear, “Want to see how I can make you a one-man operation?”
He growls at me again, and I stand up tall tapping the gun to my head.
“Leslie...” His name leaves my lips, but I don’t know exactly who he is. I look around the room, a man nods his head telling me who I’m talking to. “Antonio kept records of you. Did you know this?” He stands tall not being fazed by my words. Antonio watches me, and I look down to him. “My father was a resourceful man, Antonio. I would think you, of all people, should know this.” Antonio’s eyes go wide, he knows my father’s evil side. He’d seen it on more than one occasion.
“Fuck you,” Antonio spits. He’s an intelligent man, he couldn’t have gotten where he is today otherwise. My father was better, though.
“So, back to Leslie. I have it written here that your mother, the one that went missing before you joined...” I pause and continue, “Well, how would you feel if it was Antonio who killed her because he knew what a good fighter you are.” He doesn’t seem fazed. Antonio, on the other hand, is looking from Leslie to me.