Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
He laughed and backhanded her, his bulk jiggling with the motion.
I didn’t even think.
Swallowing a roar, I clutched my gun and sprinted toward the sick fuck who’d gotten me into this nightmare. All those dinners I’d had to pretend I liked him, getting his trust to be introduced to Victor. All those nights I’d had to sit in his basement watching snuff films where poor kids—
My stomach roiled.
Raising my gun, I aimed—
The blonde leaped up and threw herself on him again. “Stop hurting her!”
You’re in the fucking way!
Lowering my weapon, I ran closer.
With how shaky my arms were, I’d end up shooting her instead.
“No one can hear you. No one cares.” Roland smirked, grabbing the girl’s arms and wrenching her off him. “You’re going to die, and I’m going to fuck you while you do.”
“Help!” the blonde yelled. “Help us!”
Roland just laughed.
He didn’t see me, too absorbed with finally letting his fetish out to play. Removing his thumb from the remote, he shoved it into his pocket and unbuckled his pants. Smiling like a fucking monster, he punched the girl trying to hurt him and stomped on the leg of the one moaning and barely conscious on the ground.
A bone snapped.
The girl screeched.
Roland dropped to his knees and yanked his cock out, his hands reaching for the girl to rape her, suffocate her, fuck her into death just like all those films he’d made me watch.
I lost it.
Shifting the gun in my hands, I sparked with fire and surged with power.
All that pain Victor had given me. All that pain my father had made me deliver.
It twisted and mutated, and that phenomenon where a human being became something else gushed through me.
Hysterical strength poured free.
Adrenaline and stress fired every muscle and made me lucid, rabid, unhinged.
Leaping through the smoky sky, I swung the gun like a baseball bat.
Roland looked up, his hips pressed to the sobbing jewel’s, his face twisted into something heinous. His arm flew up to block my swing.
Too late.
The heavy weapon clunked against his skull, sending him tumbling sideways. The blonde grabbed the other jewel, dragging her out of the way.
I barely noticed.
I only had eyes for this sick fuck who deserved to die a hideously long death.
Roland blinked and fumbled with his trousers. His gaze narrowed as he recognised me. “You! How the fuck did you…!?” With a gasp, he reached for the remote in his pocket.
The remote to shock my collar, to incapacitate me—
“Goodbye, Roland.” I swung again.
The beast inside me forgot the purpose of a gun with a trigger and bullets and used it as a bludgeon instead.
I trembled with hate.
I snarled with fury.
And I beat that motherfucker to a pulp.
Swing after swing, crunch after crunch.
I was ruthless.
Merciless.
Reborn.
I lost track of time, turning Roland into something gelatinous and boneless. The partially healed fracture in my arm went pop, delivering another wash of burning pain.
I didn’t care.
All I cared about was death and murder and—
Someone clutched my lashed and stinging shoulder.
I whirled on whoever dared fucking touch me—
Ben ripped his fingers away and held up his hands. “Just me. It’s just me.” Cocking his chin at the gooey mess left of Roland’s face, he shrugged. “He’s, eh…he’s dead, Mercer. Perhaps save some of your hate for—”
A loud crack of gunfire.
“Guh.” I staggered backward as a blazing hot poker arrowed through my side.
My blood-streaked hand clamped over the tiny hole that appeared in my waist. The shock in my system. The morphine Dr Belford gave me. The adrenaline nature drenched me in all blocked the pain.
One second, agony, then…nothing.
Not a single damn thing.
Even as the bullet hole filled up with blood and oozed through my fingers.
“Ah, shit!” Ben gasped. Spinning on his heel, he looked for who’d shot me.
I followed his stare, stiffening as Larry stepped out of the night-shrouded gardens, aiming a guard’s Glock at me.
“I can’t believe I’m the one who has the honour of killing you.” He grinned. “Must be my lucky night.”
Memories of Peter warning me that Larry had bribed a guard to give him his gun when the time came tried to distract me.
I didn’t care how Larry ended up with a fucking gun.
Only that he didn’t fire it again.
Grinning, he pointed it at my heart.
I did the math on how quickly I could raise the brain-splattered machine gun. How quickly I could fire compared to him.
I didn’t like my odds.
“Any last words, prick?” Larry smirked. “Want to tell me you truly are a cop?”
Ice-cold prickles spread out from the hole in my side. I clutched it harder, grateful that it seemed as if the bullet had gone straight through.
I bared my teeth.
I braced myself—
A loud bang and Larry dropped to his knees.
The Glock fell out of his hands as he clutched his neck where a fountain of blood appeared. He gurgled and panicked, his eyes wide and welling with fear.