Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 30540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
I think...it's that 'please' that gets me.
It's the Devil being polite as always, and it's that, above all else, that makes me realize Sasha Adrianov is still the Devil I trust...even when it's also possible that he's a billionaire who happens to think it's fun to occasionally play Batman in real life.
"Can you, Sheena?"
I take a deep breath. "Alright."
"Then answer my question earlier. Are you alright?"
"I'm...fine, I guess."
"Did he try to hurt you in any way?"
"He...didn't have a chance to. I ran away as fast as I could."
"I have men tailing Bronn," the Devil says curtly, "and they've been instructed to keep him from ever getting close to you. They're also in regular contact with the team of men I have watching over you 24/7."
It says a lot that I'm not even the slightest bit surprised to hear any of this.
"The only reason the two of you ended up in the same place is because you chose to take a job without having me vet it first."
I knew that would come back to bite me in the butt sooner or later.
"I'm sorry. I...I promise I'll do whatever you say—-"
"Do you mean that?"
The way his voice suddenly hardens makes my stomach cramp.
"Why do I have a feeling you're about to ask me to do something crazy?"
"That's not the answer to my question."
Crap, crap, crap.
I'm tempted to turn and look around me. I just have this really bad feeling that wherever I am now could be my final resting place if things go south, and well...
The good news is that this part of the university has always been considered rather isolated, which makes it an ideal spot for students wanting a secret place to make out.
The bad news, however...is that the nearest school building is a good ten minutes away, which also makes it an ideal spot for killing girls like me.
"What's it to be, Sheena? Do you trust me enough to do what I say without question?"
The cramps gripping my stomach worsen when I think about all the scary things he could ask me to do. But at the end of the day, there's only one answer I can give him.
I almost say 'I do' but catch myself in time. "Y-yes," I say instead. "Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it—-"
"Then listen to me very carefully."
God, oh God.
"Bronn has been following you for some time now. He's going to make his move at any moment—-"
Oh God, it's so, so hard to breathe.
"And we'll let him."
#14
I feel like I've been walking with my heart in my throat for an eternity...that I feel actually relieved when I finally hear footsteps following behind me...just before someone presses the end of a gun against my back.
"Guess who, bitch?"
The words come out in a strange, high-pitched snarl. I've heard this guy talk more than a few times on TV, and now I'm starting to wonder if his voice in those interviews has been auto-tuned to death before broadcast.
"I'll shoot you if you fucking scream or make any sudden movements. Got that?"
All I can do is nod, but he still pokes my back with his gun for the second time.
"I mean it, bitch." He suddenly grabs my hair to yank my head back. Don't fucking try anything." He shoves me away right after, and I nearly fall to my face. "Now turn around slowly..."
Aaron smiles at me as soon as our eyes meet, and even though I believe with all my heart that the Devil will protect me just like he promised—-
Old habits die hard, and Aaron's creepy smile makes me weak in the knees in the worst possible way.
I look into his eyes, and all I see there is my past being reflected back at me. All I see are the nights this man had me either crying helplessly in the dark or locking myself in the bathroom while I hyperventilate.
Aaron asks for my phone and starts smashing it under the boot of his shoe, but all I can think about is how this asshole had me wanting to jump out of the window because I would rather die than have him risk hurting my parents.
"You've been so fucking lucky," Aaron gripes.
Lucky?
Me?
Is that supposed to be a joke?
"I've been planning to fucking kill you for so many weeks now, but it's like I've got the whole fucking universe conspiring against me."
While my instincts tell me that it's the Devil and not the universe that's been working against him—-
"I've had food poisoning at one point, and some jerk slashed my tires the other day..."
It's his endless whining that makes me realize how weak and foolish I've been, to have let a man like Aaron turn my life upside-down with his threats.
"It's been one fucking thing after another—-"
My fears have transformed him into this scary, larger-than-life boogeyman...when in truth he's nothing but a man who can only rely on his family's money and power to get his way.