Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Beast looks at me, eyebrows raised. “You done?”
His gaze drags over the man hanging in the chair before coming back to me. Judging. Or impressed. Hard to tell with him.
I roll my shoulders back, tightening the mask that's sitting around the bottom of my face, tugging it over my mouth. The stink of blood and piss hits harder when the fabric seals in my breath.
“Please,” the woman pleads, her arms bound around the back of her chair, her hair falling over her eyes. Her voice cracks on the word, thin and raw. “Please, what did we do wrong?”
I bite a cigarette into my mouth, blazing the end and letting the smoke fill my lungs. “He fucked with someone who belongs to me.”
Her tear-stricken eyes widen. “Melissa?” Suddenly all barriers drop. Her fear morphs into something smug that I want to knock clear off her face. “That slut had it coming! She's a dirty bitch! Did she tell you? Did she tell you that I was there when it happened and I fucking laughed!”
I grab her by the chin, squeezing her hard enough that her lips pout out. “Yeah?” I’ll blame it on the blood and violence, but my head tilts as I take in her body.
“You know…” My grip softens as my finger glides down her cheek, over her jaw, and — she flinches.
“Nah, it's gone.” I shrug, rising to my feet.
“What's gone?” she pleads, her eyes searching mine, stinking of desperation.
My eyes land on her. “The need to fuck anything that isn't my girl.” I turn to Frost with a smirk. “Playtime for the Joker?”
He’s already pulling her up by her hair before I finish, her screams leaving a trail of breadcrumbs behind.
“Yo!” I call out before he hits the hallway. “Do it here! I want this fucker to see his girl being abused.” My lip curls; the tobacco doing jack shit to calm me down. Did Melissa know all along that this fucker was Eddy? Or is the face disfigurement new?
Frost drags her back towards us. “Brother, rape isn't really my thing.”
My hand flies to her throat, because I fucking knew this. None of us really get our kicks out of that particular brand of filth. We’re more the ‘murder you and fuck your victim over your corpse’ type men.
With fucking consent.
My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her throat until the small bones crack beneath my fingertips. I yank her face closer. “Lucky for you, I brought the wrong brother.”
No harm in tossing it out there for the sick fucks though.
“But unlucky for you,” I add, looking back to her from Frost, “I'm going to make you wish that I did just rape you.” I swipe her hair out of the way with my face, my skull bike mask skimming over the blood that's tracing down the side of her cheek, her desperate tears causing her mascara to run. “At least you'd enjoy my cock.”
Frost steps up. “Me, I'll do it.” He pulls out his gun and cocks it. “I want to try something.”
This fucker always has the worst timing.
My eyes flick up to him. “Try what?”
Studying the tip of his barrel, right where there's a silencer screwed on, he glances down at her legs, before making his way all the way up her body. “I wanna see what her insides look like if I blow her up from the inside.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Beast whispers, pulling out a chair from beneath the kitchen table. “Hurry the fuck up. I’ve gotta meet Yana for the cake tester… thing.”
“Cake.” I glare at my best friend. “Right. Your wedding.”
moments pass. Tense. Of course, we choose to address the elephant in the room right now.
Kicking out my leg, I lean back in my chair. “You don’t love her.”
His eyes snap to mine.
I don’t give a fuck. I continue. “Because you already love someone else.”
The piece of shit on the ground starts tugging on his ties around his wrist, his muffled screams silenced by the duct tape that's over his mouth.
Beast’s mouth curls in a way I’ve only really seen a handful of times. “Dead girls can’t love back.”
Silence. I shrug. “Valid. Go for Red Velvet then.”
Eddy's screams come louder, more desperate, and I roll my eyes, fucking done with his shit.
I move behind him, my fingers finding the back of his neck and squeezing. The pressure makes his eyes fall shut.
She's watching him now, desperation bleeding through her expression. That cocky fucking grin she wore while running her mouth about Melissa? Gone. Wiped clean, like it never existed.
My grip tightens, feeling the tendons in his neck go rigid under my palm. The power rush hits me hard—having him at my mercy while she watches, helpless. Just like Melissa felt that night.
I bend down to his ear. “Open your fucking eyes. See, you played with the wrong girl. You played with a girl who's owned by a man who likes to watch his victim endure pain, who gets off on the sadistic need of the kill.”