Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Sloan…” he accentuated my name in a menacing demeanor, and I enjoyed getting through to him.
“I’m just calling a spade a spade. It’s the truth.” Wanting to truly piss him off, I vindictively added, “How do you think I learned how to deep throat your cock?”
He growled from deep within his chest and lunged at me, trying to grip my throat. I didn’t hesitate to use his own momentum against him by grabbing his hand and flipping it over so his arm was twisted.
“I’m not tied up anymore,” I sassed, smiling.
With that, I went to side kick him in the face just to prove my point, but at the last second, not only did he catch my attack but he was also able to pick me up under my leg and ass and slam my body onto the bed. He quickly gripped my wrists, locking them above my head.
In one quick movement, he snarled in my ear, “Don’t fuck with me.”
I was panting, fuming that I was suddenly under him. He blocked my assault on my knee in his balls.
Feeling beyond frustrated, I exclaimed, “I could scream, and Nav would have a gun to your head.”
“Not before I’d have one to yours.”
“This is how it’s going to be between us now?”
“I can only deal with your father right now,” he gritted out. “So you’re the least of my concerns.”
Glaring, I bit, “Sticks and stones, Luke.”
“Says the woman who’s tryin’ to get me killed by her brothers.”
“You think that’s what I’m trying to do?”
“I don’t know, but what I do know is this is the last place I should be.”
“Fine,” I clipped. “I’ll shower, and we can go wherever the hell you want.”
“’Cause your brother is gonna let you walk out that door with me, right?”
“I guess there’s only one way to find out. Now are you going to let me shower, or do I need a babysitter for that too?”
He reluctantly backed away, and I instantly missed his heat. There was nothing left to say. He slammed the door on his way out of the room, making me jump. I shut my eyes for a few minutes, wanting to get lost in the softness of the sheets.
I was exhausted.
I’d barely been sleeping. My father just let me out of my cage the morning of the party. I spent the past three days in there. The last thing I could do was fall asleep to the sounds of people being tortured. Every time I did, I’d wake up to the most horrifying screams, or there’d be a rat crawling over my head since I slept on a disgusting blanket on a concrete floor that smelled like shit.
The thought alone made my skin shiver, and I shuddered hard.
Scared.
Confused.
Lost in hell.
Except at least this time…I wasn’t by myself.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SIX
LUKE
Nav snarled as I walked down the stairs, “You aim a gun at my baby sister’s head, you won’t shake my hand, and now you’re slamming doors in my house like you pay the fucking bills…”
I stopped at the bottom of the steps to look at him. He leaned against an arched column a couple of feet away from me.
Consequences.
I dealt with them every day.
Positive.
Negative.
I couldn’t tell them apart anymore.
My life.
My world.
The one I wanted, and the one I had. Both defined who I was as a man. Violence became the answer to everything and for everyone.
What started with Duchess…
Ended with her as well.
I couldn’t do anything to change the past. The only thing I could do was try to change the future.
For everyone.
Including me.
“You have some brass balls on you, Jameson. What exactly do you think you’re doing with Sloan?”
“Says the man who let me leave with her.”
“I had no other choice.”
“We have that in common.”
“You think you’re good enough for her?”
“That’s not up for discussion.”
“You fucking my sister isn’t up for discussion?” he mocked. “Last time I checked, you’re the one who started a war over her.”
“Was that your plan all along? Let me leave with her to cause a shitstorm?”
“What kind of loyalty do you think I have with my only sister?”
“The same kind you have with your only father.”
He abruptly stood, getting in my face. “Is this where you tell me if I take allegiance with you, you’ll be my fairy godmother?”
“This is where I tell you if you take allegiance with me”—I cocked my head to the side, looking him up and down with a serious expression—“I won’t fuckin’ kill you.”
“Hmm…” He stepped back with his hands out at his side. “How about I tell you a story instead?”
Zeroing in on him, I was curious where he was going with this.
“Let’s see… it probably goes something like this. You grew up in your mommy and daddy’s house with money and protection. Respect. Love. Devotion from two loving parents.” He lifted two fingers in the air, pointing them at me. “You lived a life of fucking fairy tales and happily ever afters where Mom tucks you in at night and reads you a bedtime story. You wanted for nothing and asked for everything. You’re a cocky, arrogant, fucking prick, and you kill in five-thousand-dollar Armani suits while wearing a fucking Rolex and Italian leather shoes.”