Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Why can’t you for once listen to me and just leave? Why must you always do what you like?” I spoke in a tortured voice, the words scorching my throat as I spoke.
“I love you. I hate you and I love you,” she said through her soft cries. Her tiny fists gradually stopped hitting me and she dropped to the ground, falling onto her knees.
“Addie, fuck.” I knelt down taking her face into my hands and pushing her hair off her face. Her tears were falling down freely as she looked up at me through swimming tears.
“I never once blamed you.” Her quiet words made me ache as she brought her hand to my face, caressing me. My resolve thoroughly broke as I closed my eyes again, letting her warmth permeate through me. Her soft lips found mine as she kissed me. Our aching kiss was mixed with the salty taste of our tears. Kissing her back cautiously, scared I might hurt her again, but the moment I opened my mouth and my tongue tasted her, I was lost; lost in the fucking world that was me and my Addie.
“Addie,” I breathed as I pulled away from her. “I’m so fucking sorry.” She opened her eyes, searching my face as she leaned in and kissed me again. “I can’t do this, Addie,” I said as I pushed her back softly, knowing she wanted more but I was unable to give her what she needed.
“I need you, Daimon, please,” she begged as she cried silently.
“Addie—” my words were cut off with her gentle mouth as she continued to kiss me.
I gave into Addie that night; I let my guard down knowing this was our way to reconnect, to soothe our broken hearts from the loss of our baby. I felt her soft body as we made love, her warm heat as it encircled my length. Addie and I both cried as we sought out each other’s bodies; it was slow and deliberate. Being with Addie was a salve alleviating the terrible pain that had rooted itself inside me.
“Daimon,” she whispered as I held her in my arms after our lovemaking. Carefully, I picked her up and carried her back into our room and onto our bed.
“What?” I asked as I held onto her tighter, pulling her into my embrace.
“It hurts. It really hurts,” she said quietly as she trembled beneath my hands.
“I know, beloved. I know.”
Hugh Harris
“What is it, Rafe?” I asked as I entered my office. My mood lately wasn’t the best, for obvious reasons. Rafe was sitting on one of the couches, his legs crossed as he watched me carefully.
“Its Hugh Harris,” Rafe answered. The very name of the fucker brought out a murderous feeling from within me. “The police picked him up. He’s being detained, but he insisted on speaking to you first, says once he does, he’ll admit to everything.”
“Son of a fucking whore, right to the very end, the asshole has to have control,” I growled as I slammed my desk.
I walked into an overcrowded, dingy precinct and was introduced to the lead detective of the case, Gino Mateo. He was young, fierce and I was almost certain he must have done something fearless to be a detective at his age. “The prick is in the cell down the hall.” The detective pointed down past the locked door he opened.
“You’re not going to come with me?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Let’s just say I didn’t see you come in. I figured you’d want a few minutes with the asshole,” Gino said while smirking.
I nodded and headed down the hall with Rafe close behind. He refused to leave me alone with him, saying Addie already lost enough, and couldn’t lose me too if I tried killing him. Don’t think the idea hadn’t run through my mind several times a day, but Addie needed me, but if I was honest, I needed her more.
“So what the fuck to do you want, Hugh?” I asked the moment I stepped into his cell. He was out of place with his expensive suit, surrounded by iron beige-colored bars.
“Good afternoon, Daimon,” he smiled as he stood from his seat and straightened his suit, coming closer to me. Seeing him right in front of me—Fuck I wanted to—but I had to think of Addie, of us. “Honestly, Daimon, this was entirely your fault. Had you just let us be, like we had discussed, I wouldn’t have felt so cornered,” he stated so calmly that my blood turned cold.
“So why didn’t you go after me instead, why Addie?” I snarled.
“Why not? She is your weakness, your special someone. Of course I would go after her. That way you would live with the pain of losing her because of the asshole you are. It was just too bad she was pregnant, stupid waiter should have given her a bigger dose. Now the poor woman has to live with the loss of that baby. It was an unfortunate casualty.” He was eerily calm and grim, yet I could see that slight smugness in him. At his words, I saw red, I reached into his cell, grabbing his shirt and pulled him against the iron bars with force, his head making a loud sound.