Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“What the fuck Ella?”
“What?”
“Why did you get pissed?” I roll my eyes at him and sit up
“Because I’m not a stupid teenager who walks around with hickeys Blaze.”
“Baby,” he says moving to sit behind me and pulls me to him. “I couldn’t help it you taste too damn good, and I want to eat you all the time,” he rubs my nipple through my shirt, and I slap his hand away
“Stop, don’t do that,” he smiles
“Why?”
“Because my brother,” he looks down at Brayden’s grave
“Baby, I’m sure Chance knows what adults who are in a relationship do” I turn and look at him
“A relationship” he nods leaning forward running his nose up my neck, making me tingle all over
“Yeah, baby you and me.”
“So are you asking me out,” I say, and he smiles
“Now who’s acting like a teenager” I blush, feeling embarrassed, but he pulls me closer, and I straddle his legs “Will you be my girlfriend Ella,” he says making me laugh
“Like a steady girlfriend.”
“Yeah baby, be my girl” I laugh looking down at him, my heart beating so fast and I nod
“Um hum, I’ll go out with you,” he laughs grinding his dick on me making me moan “Oh Blaze” I whisper-moan as he pulls me closer his dick hard and I can’t help myself
“Should we give the brothers a show,” he says, and I frown at him
“What?”
“The Brothers,” he says, looking around and I realize again where we are, and I jump up, and he laughs louder
“No, we're not giving them a show” I walk off but stop. “I’ll see you next week Bray” I yell out and walk to my car, Blaze’s laughter annoying me the whole time (asshole).
Chapter Thirty-Two
Jake
I sit and watch as the old bastard mows his lawn, I dream about killing him nonstop now and every time I see Ella looking sad cause Chance isn’t here. I know what I need to do, the old fucker has to pay. I watch as he pushes the mower to the back and I make my way back, making sure no one sees me. I move to the house and wait for the fucker to come back in, and as the screen door closes I sit and wait gun in hand the second he sees me he stops
“What the heck are you doing in my house?” I stand up and he sees the gun, and I motion for him to sit in the seat I placed in the center of the room
“Sit,” I tell him, he frowns at me
“I’ll ask again son, who the hell are you?” I don’t say anything, just raise the gun showing him I’m not fucking around
“Sit,” I tell him again and he slowly moves to the seat
“I don’t have any money,” he tells me as I tie his hands to the chair and sit in front of him staring at him. “Son,” he says, and my anger spicks and I get up and punch him in the face “What the fuck? Tell me who you are? What do you want?”
“I want my friends to be alive again,” I tell him, and it must register who I am
“Please, it was my pacemaker it malfunctioned, it was an accident.”
“An accident, where you killed two of my friends.”
“Look, I’m sorry about that.”
“You’re sorry,” he nods his head again
“Don’t you think I feel sick about it, I killed two people, I did that, and I have to live with that for the rest of my life.”
“No, you won’t,” I tell him
“What?”
“Because I’m here to collect, a life for a life” he looks panicked
“I don’t understand,” he says, and I stare at him
“No, but you will.” I gag him so he can’t talk anymore and sit and wait (a life for a life).
*
We sit for a few hours, and the sun goes down, and I hear footsteps on the porch, and I move behind the door and strike when the figure comes through the door dropping to the ground. The old guy struggles in his chair almost tipping over screaming behind his gag as I drag the form to the chair
“Stop, or I put a bullet in her now” I warn him, and the old guy stops struggling as I sit the women on the other chair. I place her in front of the old guy so they can face one another and the old guy mumbles as I tie her arms and legs to the chair and I look at her
“Such a waste,” I tell him as I run my fingers down her cheek. We sit for about an hour when she comes to. The night outside now completely black and she slowly comes to moaning, her head lulls to the side. I know when she’s fully awake because she starts to panic pulling on her binds looking up at the old guy, and he shakes his head at her as they both talk through their gags