Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
The fear of rape hung over me again. I would much prefer the acid death to Acid raping me. I clenched my hands behind my back. The rope had already rubbed my wrists raw. It hurt to move them.
“Are you hungry yet?” he asked, tilting his head with a concerned frown. As if he gave a crap if I was hungry or not.
“No,” I replied.
“Water? Wine perhaps? Beer? Or are you more of a cosmopolitan drinker?”
My life was in its last few hours, at best. Staying silent was doing me no good. They weren’t going to just let me walk out of here.
I met his gaze. “You have me tied up, waiting on a woman who hates me enough to order me dead, and you’re asking me if I want a cocktail?” I asked him, not even trying to mask the annoyance in my tone.
He grinned, and then he laughed. His eyes danced, as if he found me hilarious. Great, the man was a psychopath.
“I could untie your wrists and give you a cocktail if you prefer.”
“You could untie my wrists because this rope is painful, but I don’t need a cocktail. I’m not into taking drinks from strangers. I watch the news.”
He laughed again.
Then, his laughter died, and he walked over to me, putting his hands on the armrests beside me again and lowering himself. “For a kiss.” He said the words softly as he looked at my lips.
I considered spitting in his mouth. It was an appealing thought. However, he had a knife tucked in his right leg, and I could see the gun at his waist.
“I’ll keep them tied.”
His eyes shot back up to mine. “Because you find me repulsive or because you love someone else?”
Both, but I said nothing.
“The loyalty. Damn if I’m not jealous myself now. Who is he? Is this man worthy of your love? What has he done for you? He’s not protecting you properly. That’s something you should take into consideration.” His hand moved to my face, and when he touched it, I flinched. “If you were mine, no one would have been able to get near you. Especially the dumbass shits I sent to pick you up. They did it so easily. Although I hear Dill hit you too hard in the head. I’m sorry about that.” He sounded as if he cared, but the evil, deranged gleam in his eyes said something else.
I wasn’t sure this man didn’t eat the meat from those he killed.
“I’ve got a nice big dick. With four piercings. The pleasure I could give you would be earth-shattering.”
I was going to throw up in my mouth.
Heels clicking down the hallway caught his attention.
His eyes lifted to the door, and he looked back at me and smiled. “Sounds like we have company.”
I sat rigid, reminding myself that Destiny was out for revenge. But only on me. Not Gage. He was safe. She wouldn’t throw his name out there.
The man straightened his stance, then turned to look at the door after giving me a wink. Destiny came striding in, wearing one of her signature, barely there dresses with stiletto heels and a furious look on her face.
She looked at the man, then swung her gaze to me. “WHY is she still alive, Jag?” She was close to shouting.
A tall man followed in behind her at a much slower, laid-back pace. He had the same dark hair and eyes that Destiny had. Except his few days of growth on his face and his wider lips made him the better-looking sibling. He looked at his sister, then swung his gaze to me.
“I needed more information,” the man who she had identified as Jag said, sounding amused. “Once I got a look at that face”—he waved toward me—“I wasn’t very keen on killing her.”
Destiny clenched her teeth, glaring at me, as if this were my fault. “I’ll do it then. Give me a fucking gun.”
She held her hand out to Jag, who looked down at her hand, then back at her face. Then, he walked over toward me, ignoring her request.
I could still feel Acid’s eyes on me. He hadn’t stopped staring at me.
“Destiny, how do you know this woman?” he asked his sister.
I turned to look at her, then at him. It was clear they were related. The similarities really were strong.
“I told you, she tried to kill me,” she spit.
I winced, but said nothing. If anything, I’d been horrified by what happened to her.
Her brother looked me over, then narrowed his gaze, turning back to his sister. “Her? She tried to kill you? How exactly? Because the choking you out description isn’t working. She’s shorter than you, smaller in size. She looks like a fucking fragile doll.”
“Right!” Jag burst out. “That’s what I said.”
Destiny shifted her glare to Jag and then shook her head in disgust. “So, you’re saying you don’t believe me because of the fact that you think she’s hot?”