Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“Don’t be like that, lover. You know you got off on it more than I did. Judging from the load you emptied on Tongue’s face and my snatch, you had a damn good time.”
I consider pointing out that I’m a man and no matter who we are, we’d get off on a live porn show in front of us. I could even explain to her what four years without sex does to a man. I decide against it because I need her to help piss Olivia off. Olivia Davis doesn’t know it yet, but her torture is just going to start today. I won’t stop until I cause her as much pain as she has me—maybe even more if it’s physically possible.
“You’ll need to follow my lead here. Don’t let me down and go out on your own script. Just act the role of the devoted girlfriend who wants me more than her next breath, and I’ll handle the rest. Got it?”
“Yeah. You talk as if I’ll have to pretend. I already do want you just like that, baby,” she purrs, snuggling up against me. I don’t even bother to hide how hard I roll my eyes now. This chick only wants one thing—and it’s not my dick. There’s a reason she enjoys everything Tongue does to her more than what I do. She loves getting plowed by cock—the bigger the better—but she prefers women just the same.
We walk toward the leaf-green funeral home tent. There’s a row of chairs in an arc around the coffin. I ignore it and make my way to pay my respects.
This is going to be fun …
6 OLIVIA
I sit in the metal chair in front of my father’s grave, and I feel like I can’t breathe. There’s only like six people here, and that’s including me and Winnie. Just being around the people here, the funeral home employees, and the pastor performing the service, I feel like I’m dying. I’ve really been unable to be around people since I got away from my brother.
As she always does, Winnie picks up on my panic. She puts her hand over mine and squeezes it. “Breathe. It will be a quick service, just as you requested. It’s going to be fine.”
I nod my head, trying to hold on to her words. I stare down at the ground, hating the person I’ve become. I can’t even remember who I was before. The woman who thought she understood what her place in this world was. The woman who thought she was in control. A bitter laugh escapes me. It’s quiet, and I doubt anyone can hear it besides me and Winnie. She knows what today is doing to me—even if it wasn’t to lay my father to rest.
“Jesus, Blade, baby. Why in the hell would you bring me here? There’re other places we could go and have much more fun.”
My body jerks as if I’ve been shot. My breath seizes in my chest.
“It can’t be,” I whisper, the words stilted. As the last syllable leaves my lips, my body starts shaking like a lifelong junkie going into DTs.
“Livy? What’s going on?” Winnie asks, sounding panicked. “Talk to me, honey.”
“It’s him,” I manage to croak out.
“Him?” Winnie asks.
“I think she’s talking about me,” Blade announces strolling up to stare down at me.
The moment seems to freeze. I force myself to look up at the man whom I honestly never wanted to lay eyes on again. I owe him nothing. I told Bear’s man what I knew that might help Blade. I did that for Bear. I still remember the last time I heard Blade’s voice …
Flashback — A Little Over Two Years Ago
“I almost feel sorry for you, Blade. You’ve lost everything. Your club, your freedom, your brother, and what for, really? Was it all worth fucking my sister?” Douglas laughs, the sound bordering on maniacal.
“Your sister is a piece of shit, just like you. How long did the two of you plan this?” Blade growls out, sounding like a wounded animal. Through the cracks in the wood of the old barn, I can see three men holding Blade back. He’s been beaten. He’s bleeding and his eyes are swollen together. You wouldn’t think he’d have the energy to even hold his head up, but instead, it’s taking all the strength my brother’s goons have to hold him back.
“Now, Blade. I’ve gone to a lot of trouble to get you here. You wouldn’t believe how much it cost me to get one shit-for-brains convict brought to me from the jail for this little meeting. So, don’t be like that. You’re here because I want to give you the opportunity to do something great.”
“End your fucking life? Because that’s the only thing I’m interested in, Eyeball.”
I watch on as one of my brother’s goons delivers a punch to Blade’s ribs. “Oh, Blade. You’ll be sucking in your last breath before I ever do.”