Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
I push the gun further into his skin to make sure he remembers who’s in control. “Relax, or do you want me to kill you already?”
He spits, but it lands on my coat, and I wipe it off with ease. “You’ll pay for this.”
“Good luck trying,” I reply. “You won’t ever see us again.”
The fire in his eyes reminds me of my own. “What did she ever do to you?”
I snort. “Oh, you’d like to know that, wouldn’t you?” I tap the knife against his skin. “Lucky for you, I won’t bother you with all the nasty details. I just want one thing from you … information.”
“Fuck you. I’m not a traitor,” Nick replies. “Shoot me if that’s what you want.”
I laugh. “I don’t fucking care about Easton. He’ll get what he deserves later. I want to know what you did with Jill.”
Nick swallows. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
I shove him down and point my knife at his eye. “You were her fucking boyfriend, weren’t you? Answer me!”
He frowns. “No.”
I shove the knife farther into his skin until he begins to bleed. “Don’t lie to me, or I swear to God, I’ll cut out your fucking eye.”
“She’s not, and she never was!” he barks back. “We were friends. That’s all.”
“Bullshit,” I spit back, grabbing his collar with both hands now. “Tell me the fucking truth. You fucked her, didn’t you?”
“It’s the goddamn truth,” he responds. “She wouldn’t even let me get close.”
I pause and look at him for a moment. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t flinch when he speaks, and his voice is constant and unwavering, not like someone who lies.
Is he … serious?
“So you never kissed her?”
“I’ve never even touched her,” Nick replies. “What the fuck did she tell you? Is that why you ambushed me?!”
My nostril begins to twitch.
“Why does it matter to you anyway what she did before you took her captive? Let her fucking go!”
I release his collar and shove him back to the ground, then get up to think while my men hold him so he won’t run.
Jill gave me his name for a reason, but I don’t spot any hint of a lie in this man’s words.
Only in hers.
And there is only one fucking reason.
I twist the knife against my index finger, and it punctures my own damn skin, but the pain only excites me.
Because right now, only one thing is on my mind.
Jill lied to me when I forced her to talk by making her come over and over, and I finally realize why.
To stop me from finding out she’s a virgin.
A wicked grin spreads on my face.
Amazing. Almost as devious as my own plans.
Oh, little bunny …
I’ve taught you well.
“Look, whatever problems you have, I’m sure Easton can figure out something,” Nick suddenly says. “Let her go.”
“He can’t fix my problems,” I respond with my back turned toward him. “And I’m not interested in negotiations.”
“You’re making a big fucking mistake. I’ll never stop fucking looking for her nor will Easton. You think this was worth it?”
“Yes,” I mutter, staring at the blood drops rolling down my hand. “Because I’m a sick, twisted bastard who only wants one thing.”
“Jill,” he says through gritted teeth. “She’ll never love you.”
“Funny, she said the same thing when she sucked my dick the other day.”
The fury in his eyes is like fuel to my fucked-up heart.
“You’ll pay for what you did to her!” he yells as I move through the bushes and pick up that sandwich he dropped. Onion, lettuce, and tuna. Disgusting. Just like his obvious affection for my bunny.
“What do you want us to do with him, sir?” my men ask as I walk back to them.
I tilt my head and stare him down. “Let him go.”
My men frown just as hard as Nick. “What?”
“You heard me.” I chuck the sandwich at his body. “Eat your fucking lunch. And then go tell your fucking boss neither of you will ever see your precious fucking Jill again.”
My men knock him out with a quick flick of their gun and then run off with me back to our car. The guy will wake up in a few with a roaring headache, but that’s the least of his worries … and mine.
Because I have a rendezvous to attend with a lusty, little liar.
Chapter 12
Jill
* * *
When someone comes into my room, I’m not at all prepared for the fact that it isn’t Luca.
A woman with a big ponytail and a nose ring steps inside, her clothes resembling that of a housekeeper. She pays no attention to me whatsoever even though I’m still hanging from the ceiling.
Naked.
My cheeks have never been more red than they are now, but she keeps her head down as she puts clothes into his drawers and makes up the bed.
“Um … hello?” I say, feeling invisible.