Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Her father grunts while raping my woman, taking from her like he took all those years ago, night after night, as though he was entitled to her body. She cries out in pain, and as Hardin hits the gas, I can’t help but scream toward him. “GO. GO. GO.”
He flies through the traffic surrounding the stadium, pushing the car as fast as it’ll go while expertly dodging the other cars on the road. “Your room key,” Hardin says, handing me the copy of the key he has, knowing damn well I left mine back in the dressing room.
I take it from him with shaking hands, my jaw clenched. “I need to do this alone,” I tell the three guards surrounding me, having been with them long enough to know they will attempt to come with me and handle this themselves.
“Ezra—” Hardin starts.
“No,” I cut him off. “He’s been hurting her too long. I was the one who left her to endure his abuse, and I’ll be the one to make it right. I go alone.”
They all look uncomfortable, but none of them try to argue. They know what I’m capable of. They’re the ones who trained me to be ready for situations out of my control, the times when crazy stalkers make their way into my home or get too close on the street, but I’m sure as fuck this situation hadn’t crossed their mind during that particular training. Regardless of what their intentions had been, they know that when it comes to Raleigh Stone, there’s not a damn thing I wouldn’t do to protect her.
My gaze remains locked on the phone, fueling my rage. If she has to endure it, then I can be man enough to take it all in. I need to know the pain he puts her through. I need to feel it right in my chest. I need to know the extent of the horror he put her through for those two years before leaving for college. I need to know exactly what it is I left her to, and seeing it like this is the most gut-wrenching agony I’ve ever felt. But I know that what she’s going through right now is a million times worse.
I’m coming, baby. I’m coming.
“See that?” Michael Stone says, his vile tone filling the car, as he grabs her hair and forces her up to look directly into the camera. “Now the whole fucking world knows what a filthy little whore you are. Your special little guy will never touch you again, not after I’m through with you. I’m going to ruin you.” He reaches down and violently shoves his dry fingers into her ass, and as she cries out in agony, my stomach coils, the rage reaching new heights.
Rae looks away, and the shame in her eyes fucking guts me.
“And when I’m done with this overused cunt,” Michael continues. “I’m going to destroy this too.”
How fucking dare he touch her like that.
I’m going to enjoy ending his miserable fucking life.
The live stream cuts out just as we pull up to the hotel, and I can only assume the video was mass reported, which also means it won’t be long until the cops show up to handle it. “You’ve got 5 minutes,” Hardin says, reaching back over the center console again, this time with a gun in his hand, “and then we’re kicking in the fucking door. Got it?”
I nod just as the car finally comes to a screeching halt, and before he can even give me the rundown on how to best handle this, the gun is in my hand, and I’m racing out of the car and into the lobby of the hotel.
The staff try to greet me and give me their usual VIP bullshit, not having a fucking clue that they let my girl’s rapist into their hotel. Bet they were responsible for giving him her floor and room number, too.
Reaching the elevator, I impatiently wait for the door to open, and the moment it does, I fly into it and slam my fist down over the button for our floor. As it closes, I watch my security team flood the lobby, their eyes wide open and hands already hovering over their guns.
The elevator moves too fucking slowly, and I consider sprinting up the stairs, but I need to preserve my energy for what I have in store for him.
Precious seconds tick by.
Level one.
Level four.
Eight.
Twelve.
Nineteen.
And then finally, the button lights up. Level twenty-two. The elevator dings, and before the doors have even opened the whole way, I’m sprinting through the long hallway, one hand clutching the gun, the other grasping the room key.
I reach room 2201 in seconds, and as I hear Rae’s cries from the other side, I quickly swipe the keycard against the lock, turn the handle, and shove my shoulder into the heavy door.