Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Fuck, I hate everything about him.
And now, with what he’s done, I know no matter what, I will not stay in the same fucking house as this man ever again once I am able to free myself from his clutches.
“Cody!” I scream as the song ends.
The giggling stops, but the music starts again, only this time even louder.
He heard me and turned that shit up.
What a fucking asshole.
I lie there, listening to the god-awful music. Pulling on the ropes, even though I can feel them cutting into my skin. I don’t care—the pain is only a small distraction to the fact I’m restrained to a bed and don’t know what the fuck is going to happen to me.
“Cody, let me the fuck out!”
The music is turned up louder, and I can no longer hear the girls giggling. Huffing out a breath, I scan what I can see of Cody’s room. Firstly, he needs to clean in here. He has clothes strewn all over the place, and his bedspread is old and disgusting.
Kicking the metal footboard of his stupid bed, I hope it makes a loud enough sound to be heard over the music, but it just gives off a dull thud. Shit.
Just as I think about breaking my own wrists in order to free myself—not even sure if that will work—the door is thrown open and then quickly closes again. I know it’s him before I even turn my head in that direction. He stands next to the bed and looks down at me.
His eyes, which I once loved, stare at me with hatred.
“I love you, Lissie. You get that, right?” he says, but his rigid stance and the drink held tightly in his hand tell me otherwise. His eyes are narrowed, and his mouth is set in a hard line. “You just needed to play along. We were in a rough patch. I was working to get us out of it.” He shakes his head. “I love you,” he says again as if he’s trying to make himself believe it.
I don’t believe it.
I will never believe his words.
“Untie me, Cody.”
“No,” he says and shakes his head.
“Untie me, Cody.”
“No, because you are my wife, Lissie, and you will remain my wife.”
“We’ve been in a loveless marriage for years, and what? You really expect me to stay?”
He throws his hands up, his drink spilling all over me when he pulls them down. “Yes, because that’s what marriage is about… us being a team and working through things.” His words make me angry. The man is clearly drunk and possibly even high.
“A real husband would not sell their wife to bikers to pay a debt he… fucking… owes!” I scream.
He cracks his neck, then lifts his drink to his lips and takes a sip. “I’m in this debt because of your sister,” he reminds me, throwing the rest of his drink on me.
I turn my face as the cold liquid hits my skin. The alcohol stings my eyes, but I’m too damn angry to care. “Lies,” I growl as the drink drips down my face. “I had money… a lot of it. You wasted it all.” He leans down so close he’s breathing in my face, and I can smell the alcohol permeating from his putrid mouth and pores.
“You smoked it, shot it into your veins, and drank it just as much as I did. What happened to you, Lissie? We were such a good team until you decided you were better than me.”
“I am better than you,” I throw back.
And while I was low, he took advantage of that.
Thankfully, I never became addicted. I realized when I saw a girl overdose at a party, I had to stop, or I would end up the same way. It took my sister a little longer to come to the same realization.
“You think you are, but here you lie, tied to my bed, where you belong.” He scrunches up his nose, turns, and walks out. Just as I think he’ll leave, he spins around and comes back to the bed. He lays his hand on my hair and brushes it from my face, then he leans down and goes to kiss my lips. I turn my face so he can’t touch them, which makes him mad, and he forces my face back to his. When his mouth touches mine, I open up and bite his bottom lip. He screams, and I smile up at him.
“Don’t fucking touch me again,” I seethe.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes wide, and when he pulls it away, he sees blood there.
“You are my wife,” he says.
“You are my soon-to-be ex-husband,” I snap. “Now… Let. Me. Go.”
“No,” he says with finality. And this time, when he turns to leave, he doesn’t stop or turn back around.