Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
24
FORD
“Wakey, Wakey,” I croon, slapping Benny on the side of the face.
He hadn’t gone unconscious yet, but he’s too damn close. I want him alert for every ounce of pain that I inflict. He needs to experience that before I end him. Unfortunately, I can’t draw this out much longer. I need to hurry and get back to Grace. I don’t want to be away from her. She’s been through too much. I need to make sure that she’s okay. I also want to plead with her to give us a chance. I know she’s been through hell and this latest run-in with her ex will leave even more scars.
I sigh as I bring my attention back to Martelli, who is a little more awake now. He’s also whining like a little bitch. Not with words, he doesn’t have a lot of energy. No, he’s just groaning in pain. I can almost guarantee he’s put my woman through much more pain than this, and she never gave him the satisfaction of hearing her pain. I know Grace. She may seem fragile at first glance, but that woman is pure fire. I got ahold of her medical records over the last two days. I figured Martelli was an abusive motherfucker. Looking at her records from Virginia Memorial had ripped my insides out. That’s a lot of what is driving me right now.
I currently have Martelli spread eagle on the bed. Each of his legs and wrists are bound by the ropes he had used to subdue Grace. The blood that was scattered on the sheets is now covered over with his own blood. The deep red stains run over the cheap white cotton and soothe me. I’m going to get vengeance for Grace. I’m going to make sure he suffers.
“Benny, Benny, Benny. You’re not looking so good there. You’re looking a little pale, actually. Maybe we need to up your iron intake. Hey, Grunt. Do you think there’s iron in bullets? I could have him swallow a few,” I quip, making Grunt laugh.
“Just kill me,” Benny raggedly exhales.
I laugh, the sound cold even to my own ears. “I’m not going to kill you with a bullet, Benny. That would be too easy. When you die, I’m going to make you taste every second of it—make you beg every single tick of the clock. Let you feel the pain, minute after torturous minute, as you slowly fade away. There will be no mercy for you, and do you know why, Benny?” When he doesn’t answer, I slap him again. “It’s because you touched what belongs to me.”
“Are you talking about that bitch? She’s my wife, not yours.” His words are labored, but he gets them out and shows me he has a way to go before I can end him. I slap him hard once more, this time on the opposite side of his face. He doesn’t even try to resist me now—not that he could. Still, before he was at least putting up a little bit of a fight. The bastard’s all but given in now. “She’s not yours, you asshole. She’s never been yours. If she were, you wouldn’t have treated her like you have. No, Benny, I may not know how the two of you got together, but I know you hid the evil that you are from her. My Grace would’ve never ever agreed to be yours if had she known who you really were.”
Benny laughs, spitting out blood. “Stupid bitch was ripe for the picking. Some asshole screwed her over. She felt useless. I played on that. It was wonderful. You should’ve watched it. She fell into my hands like putty. So fucking stupid that she didn’t even know what hit her. All I had to do was give her a little attention while making sure she realized her own shortcomings. Pretty soon, she’d do whatever I wanted just to please me. It was pathetic. Why you’d want that bitch, I don’t know, but you’re welcome to her. You don’t have to go through with this. Let me go. Give me my son and you won’t ever see me again. I don’t want her. She disgusts me.”
I take out my knife and slice down his ragged-ass skin from his ear to his chin. I cut deep enough that the blood begins running out. It’s not a killing wound, but if you put that with all the other ones I’m going to put in his body, eventually he’ll be drained and that’s going to be painful. It won’t be as bad as he deserves, but it’s all I can do at the moment.
“You are never getting your hands on Asher. That kid is mine now. Eventually, it will be my last name on his birth certificate.”
“I’ll never allow that!”