Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
She couldn’t help but feel that was deliberate.
The tattoo guy ran his gaze over her with a sneer.
“You fucking bitch, Devi, I’m going to kill . . . who the fuck are you?” Derick stumbled out of her room, cradling his arm. He was pale and sweaty.
Oh God.
She’d done that. She felt ill.
Why had she hit him like that?
“Derick,” the man said as though he knew her father. “You can’t tell me that you weren’t expecting us? We’ve been chasing you all over town. I don’t like having to run after my prey. I like when they just give in to the inevitable.”
“Not much of a h-hunt, then, is it?” she asked.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Tattoo guy turned back to her. “Suggest you shut up. I don’t like my women mouthy. I know some people who do, though. And I might be tempted to take you . . . what do you reckon, boys? Would we get any money for her at the whorehouse?”
Oh God. She bit her lip. She wasn’t going to say another thing.
“What . . . what do you mean you’ve been trying to find me, Fury?” her father asked. “I had no idea.”
He was totally lying and he wasn’t very good at it. It was clear to see that these guys didn’t believe anything he said.
“Don’t lie to us, fuckwit,” Fury said.
Wait. Fury? Was that really his name?
Surely not.
“I wouldn’t lie. I’ve been getting the money together for you.”
Sure, he had. How much did he owe these guys?
“Really? You’ve got twenty thousand dollars just sitting around in this shithole? Christ, wouldn’t let my dogs live in this. Rohan really doesn’t think much of either of you, does he? Leaving his sister and father living in filth.”
The trailer wasn’t that bad!
But she didn’t say that. Instead, she watched as her father started blabbing out excuses. Her heart was beating so fast that she felt like she might pass out.
Was it possible to faint from fear?
Probably not . . . if so, she would already be unconscious.
Although these weren’t the types of guys that you wanted to faint in front of.
“Enough!” Fury roared.
Yeah, his name was probably quite apt. Still, she couldn’t imagine that his mom had named him that when he was born.
“No more fucking excuses,” Fury told him, pulling out a knife. “Where’s the money?”
“Sh-she’s got it! She’s got money!” Derick pointed at her.
Oh. Fuck. Him.
She knew that Derick didn’t love her. But she hadn’t realized that he hated her.
Fury turned to her.
“I don’t h-have any money,” she said. “This has n-nothing to do with me and I’d really l-like to go.”
“I don’t think so,” Fury replied. “I think you should stay while we have some fun with dear old dad. And then maybe one of you will find that cash.” He nodded at two guys and they grabbed Derick, pinning him to the wall. Then one of them wrapped a bandana around his mouth.
Were they really going to beat him up in front of her?
Then she realized that nope, they weren’t. They were going to stab him. The third stooge slammed a knife into Derick’s thigh and her father let out a noise she’d never heard anyone make. His eyes flickered back in his head. It had be excruciating. Not to mention the fact that his broken arm was pressed up against the wall of the trailer.
“P-people will h-hear,” she said. Would they call the cops? Why was no one coming?
Why hadn’t she called Vega? Maybe he could have stopped this.
Well, maybe because he’s scary as hell.
Her breathing grew faster as they pulled the bandana from her father’s mouth.
“Where is our money?” Fury snarled.
“I don’t have it!”
The bandana went back over his mouth as the knife was stabbed into his other thigh. She stared on in horror before turning to the side to vomit.
Oh God.
She wasn’t made for this. She didn’t like the sight of blood.
“Jesus, got a weak stomach, huh?” Fury said, coming over to crouch in front of her.
“This . . . this is a lot of work for t-twenty grand,” she said. She couldn’t believe her father had lost that much. “How did he lose that much?”
Fury shrugged. “Interest is a bitch. And this isn’t about the money. Well, not fully. It’s about sending a message. See, your dad has been boasting about how he’s not going to pay us back. How he’s not scared because the Scorpions will protect him. That he’s untouchable. Things like that start to piss off our boss. And it makes all of the sheep think that they can pull the wool over our eyes. Do you like what I did right there?”
Devi nodded even though she wanted to tell him that he was an idiot. And an asshole. But she did none of those things. Because he’d just had her father stabbed, twice, for mouthing off about them.