Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“The Notebook,” Victoria says. “I’m going to take a stab in the dark here and say you haven’t seen it.”
“Are you kidding me?” I shake my head and comb my fingers through my hair, trying to understand exactly what the hell has just happened.
This woman has turned my little brother into a dribbling pussy. He’s watched people brutally lose their lives, and here he sits, crying over some movie, being consoled by a girl. “Fuck, Caleb!” I stomp toward them and yank him up. “Just….get the fuck outta here.” I open the door, intending to shove him out into the hall, but stop.
“You know, you redefine arsehole,” she snaps.
Did she really just mouth off to me? When did the weak little girl grow a pair of balls? I have to straighten this out right now. The second she’s no longer afraid of me is the second my life becomes absolute hell. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I spin to face her. “You want to die? You’re going the right way about it, doll.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She twirls her hand in the air. “Again with the death threats.” What the hell has Caleb told her?
Pointing at Caleb, she wrinkles her brow. “You punched him!”
“He let you out! Of course I punched him.” I take Caleb by the shoulders and push him to the door.
“You’re a piece of shit!” she shouts, her face turning beet-red.
“Ria…” Caleb starts, but shuts up when I squeeze his shoulders.
“Ria? You fucking named her?”
Caleb ignores that question, and she points at him again. “He’s your brother! You don’t even care about your family.”
Oh, now she’s touched a sore spot. I feel heat flood my skin, causing me to press my fingers into my little brother’s shoulders. “I know he’s my fucking brother. I also know it’s none of your damn business. If you were so concerned about him maybe you shouldn’t have kicked him in his balls.”
She looks at Caleb and her eyes go all soft and mushy-looking. Oh, fuck, it seems the bitch has it bad for my little brother. I never should have left him in charge of her.
“I had to! I’m sorry, Caleb.” She redirects her attention to me. “I have been kidnapped, of course I’m going to try to escape. What do you expect me to do, just wait for you to kill me? I do have a basic will to live, you know? You, on the other hand, are just plain mean. You don’t deserve a brother like him.”
I grit my teeth, open the door, and shove Caleb outside. Slamming the door shut, I turn back to her. “You don’t know anything about us, so I suggest you shut your mouth if you really do have a basic will to live.”
“I know that he’s nice, and you’re not,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest
“Nice?” I laugh. “What do you think this is? A fucking summer camp? He’s watching you. He’s not your new friend. What next? You going to start braiding each other’s fucking hair?”
She scowls at me, and I inch my way closer to her, forcing her to back up. I keep going until she’s against the wall.
“Evidently, somehow you have my brother wrapped around your little finger, blubbering over some chick-flick crap, and he’s apparently too nice to stop you from escaping. So, from now on, you’ll be in my room, or with me, twenty-four hours a day, until the debt is settled or I find a better place to put you. Do you hear me?”
Her eyes lock with mine, her teeth gritting as she rises to the challenge. “Oh, I hear you,” she growls. “I heard the thirteen fucking death threats. I also heard that I was supposed to be out of this shit-hole after three days. You want to kill me, then fucking get on with it already. You want to spend every minute of the day with me?” She smiles. “I’m going to make your life hell.”
She’s pissed as hell. She’s lost her fucking mind, or is on her fucking period, because she’s turned into one massive bitch. I clench my jaw, grip her arm, and yank her away from the wall, bringing her face so close to mine, our noses are actually touching. She’s pulling in hard breaths, and each time she does I’m hyper-aware of those breasts of hers pressing against my chest. “You won’t even so much as take a piss without me watching you. How about that?”
“I tell you what, why don’t you set yourself on fire, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll get to see me piss!”
I bow my head, sucking in a quick breath to try to hide the slight grin threatening to curve over my mouth. I should be livid as hell that she’s being so mouthy with me, but that smart-ass mouth is hot, and that British accent could give fucking Viagra a run for its money.