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)
“Lying, fucking cunt,” Blade spews at me.
“Look who’s talking,” I murmur, barely sparing a glance at him. I admit, I don’t like to see him in the shape he’s in, but after spending so much time trying to pull Bear back from the brink of death, wounds don’t really bother me anymore. I’m just a shell of a person anyway, so it doesn’t really matter. Nothing does.
“She looks good, doesn’t she, Blade? Lucky has been enjoying her quite a bit. Demon keeps wanting her back. They were pretty hot for each other back in the day, but Lucky doesn’t want to share her just yet,” Douglas says with a sick joy that only a true monster would derive. “Didn’t know you had such a whore in your bed, did you?”
There was once a time I’d feel shame at having my brother announce just how easily he allowed my continued rape and abuse. Now, it bounces off me. I check out so much lately, even Lucky has begun to bore with playing with me. Which makes me glad. Apparently, he has his eye on some girl the Feral Kings captured when going after a rival club a few days ago. I don’t hear a lot, but Lucky likes to talk a lot when he’s wasted. I hate it for her, but I’m damn glad it might mean the end of his torture for me. It will work out if Douglas lets me go. If not, I will find a way to survive until I can kill Demon and anyone else that I must. Then, I will get away. I’ve been slowly forming a plan. Since Lucky’s growing bored with me, he’s getting lax placing guards on me. I think because I’ve stopped fighting him, he thinks I’m too broken to escape and just conditioned to take what he gives. He couldn’t be more wrong—even if I play that angle up a little more. I even moaned and acted as if I enjoyed it for the last month. The first time I did it, Lucky froze, and I didn’t have to endure him quite as long. I think he needs my fear to stay hard.
“You’re a fucking cunt. Bear loved you, and this is how you repay him?” Blade growls, bringing my attention back to the here and now. I almost zoned out too long, and I see the displeasure on my brother’s face.
I put my hands on my brother’s chair, needing it to remain standing and to stop the way they’re trembling. That’s the last thing I need Blade to notice. “My brother asked for my help, and I just did what I needed to do. If you want to be mad at someone, look in the mirror. You made it ridiculously easy to do everything I needed to do.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“You can try,” I answer.
“You know what, sister of mine?” Douglas asks, somehow sounding even more unhinged.
I turn to look at him, feeling a knot of tension form in the pit of my stomach. “What?” I ask, although this time my words don’t sound as calm. This is off-script, and I know better than anyone what happens when Douglas suddenly changes carefully laid-out plans.
“Fitch? Do it,” Douglas orders, and my heart kicks into overdrive. Fitch walks over to Blade. He places a foot on Blade’s back as the men who were holding him down on the ground step back. Then he leans over and offers Blade a gun.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Blade asks, sounding confused.
I, on the other hand, know exactly what my brother is doing. It wasn’t freedom he was offering me at all. He wants Blade to kill me. The bastard is getting the last laugh. What he doesn’t realize is that I welcome death. If there’s any justice, it will be a quick death, and I can find Bear once more. Maybe we will get the life we should have down here, in the afterlife.
I smile, knowing for the first time in a long time I will be free.
“There’s one bullet in the chamber, Blade. You get to choose. You can end your own pathetic life, or you can kill Olivia. The choice is yours, but you should choose wisely,” Douglas tells him, his voice a mixture of glee and self-righteousness.
Blade takes the gun, staring at it like he can’t believe it. He does something with the gun. I imagine checking to see if there’s a bullet in it. I don’t doubt that there is. My brother is a bastard, and it’s his way—to make me think I’m going to be free and then have me killed. I’m okay with it. I know death is the only true way I’ll ever escape Douglas. Honestly, at this point, it can’t happen soon enough.
From the sinister look on Blade’s swollen face, he discovered I’m right. I step away from the chair to give him a better target. “Do it. Shoot me if you’ve got the balls,” I snap, tired of it all. I don’t want him to chicken out at the last minute. I’ve learned to use a man’s anger. Blade will react quicker and without thought when he’s angry. I watch as he aims the gun. It’s a little off-center, but it should do the trick. If I don’t die right away, the pain might be bad, but nothing could compare to what I’ve already lived through. When Blade still doesn’t shoot, I get impatient. “Just do it!” I cry. Blade lets out a cold, bitter chuckle. Any other time it would freeze the blood thrumming through my body.