Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Last night, I made the call to bring her here. My plan to record his demise and have her watch it wasn’t going to work. Not because I want him to live, but because I knew the girl, who’s now on her knees on the cold concrete, would never have survived had she seen her dead father in my warehouse. And she is the one who’s a pawn in this game.
Perhaps I should fuck her right here, in front of him, ensuring Hector feels the agony and pain I would love to inflict, while getting this need for her out of my system.
“You like the fire in her,” Javier observes beside me. “I can see it when you look at her.” He knows better than to question me, or even say shit like that, but he’s right, and I can’t admonish him for his observation. There is certainly something about her that’s caught my eye.
She holds onto her father as if he’s the king of her world. There’s a pang deep in my chest once more. Jealousy. It’s a new and foreign emotion. Something I’d rather not give rise to because the last time I felt anything close to this was a time I’d rather forget.
Shaking my head of the errant thoughts, I stalk forward, my gaze trained on Hector’s as he offers me a silent thanks, which is uncalled for. He doesn’t realize that even if he didn’t tell me the truth, I would’ve still taken his sweet baby girl.
“Sofía,” he calls to her, dropping his gaze to hers. “Stand up. Go to Victor.”
“What?” Her shock is evident. She wasn’t expecting him to say something like that, and neither was I, if I’m being honest. Granted, he knows I’m the only one who can keep her safe, but it was the last thing I ever thought I’d hear him say.
“I want you to go to Victor, Mr. Cordero will keep you safe.” He sounds broken when he finally admits that he couldn’t keep his own daughter safe.
“I don’t understand, papá.” Her voice is small, childlike. And the fear lacing her words is the only clue to what she’s truly feeling. Even though she came with me today without a fight, there’s still a fear inside her, and I know she believes I’ll hurt her. Maybe, I’ll show her just how fucking violent I can be. But not in the way she thinks. I won’t mutilate or torture her, I’ll fuck her into submission.
I decide then and there, I want Sofía Montero in my bed.
“Sofía, if ever you listen to me, hazlo ahora,” he commands her. It’s the first time I hear him speak with any fire in his tone. Giving his daughter away is a price he didn’t ever think he’d have to pay, but now, as he pushes her away, I see the agony and guilt etched on his features.
Sofía surprises us both when she rises and spins on her heel, racing toward me, her tiny fists slamming into my chest, over and over again. Hector is calling her to stand down, but I just watch in awe as she spits her venomous words at me.
“Vete a la mierda, Vete a la mierda!” Fuck you, fuck you! Her voice is drenched in fury as she curses me. Hector, in the background, is trying to abate her. But it’s only when I reach for her wrists, does she realize the error of her ways. I can take certain things, I can even find her feistiness sexy, but nobody, and I mean nobody, curses me.
My hand tugs at her, and I drop my blade before my other hand fists her long, chestnut waves, pulling her head backward. She winces in pain, the agonizing whimper from her plump lips enough to turn my cock to steel.
“Pequeño juguete,” I bite out, keeping my voice rigid and drenching every fucking word with the rage that’s brewing inside me. “Never strike me. Do you understand?”
“Fuck you, Victor! You made him say that, you made him—” I grip her hair so tightly, she cries out, breaking the tirade of venomous words she’s spewing. She’s only making matters worse.
“Javier, take her to the cells, I think little Sofía needs to calm the fuck down.” I grit out, and he pulls out the sedative. Within seconds, the medication is swimming through her veins, and she falls limp in my arms. Her long dark lashes flutter like tiny butterflies on the apples of her rosy cheeks.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
Shaking my head, I find myself once more pondering what this girl is doing to me. She’s softening me in ways no other woman has, not even Gaia. And it’s time to break that bond because I can’t be feeling emotions, I have no right feeling.
Javier lifts her and walks her out to the car. The engine starts, and I turn to Hector. By the time Javi returns, I’ll be done with this asshole. Not because his daughter attacked me, but because I’m sick of being nice.