Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“I’m going to take your balls for this! It’s not like I need them,” Domino growls, and I hear him dragging himself up as I scramble to my feet and dash toward the lights.
A part of me hopes I’ll be able to flee and hide somewhere outside… wherever it is we are, but the door spits me out between all the storage shelves I spotted earlier. Breathless, I leap across the desk Domino snorted coke off moments ago and hit the door in hope that maybe he made a mistake. That maybe it’s one of those doors that can only be locked a certain way, which he didn’t know, but when I press on the handle and pull it toward me, it doesn’t budge. Pushing doesn’t work either, and I’m so frantic that by the time I notice the sound of Domino’s footsteps, it’s almost too late to make sensible decisions.
My vision feels unstable and blurry as I glance across the massive space dotted by pillars, but while darkness could hide the chance for an escape, I can’t risk it. So I duck and crawl under the desk, then open one of the cupboards beneath the desktop and squeeze myself inside. I don’t close the little door, worried Domino might hear its click, so I just settle with my head between my knees, squeezed into a tight ball, and try not to panic as he calls for me.
“Maybe it’s time to stop playing cat and mouse, huh? You’re not going anywhere, faggot, the sooner you understand that, the less painful it’s going to be.”
The position I’m in makes breathing difficult, so I focus on inhaling calmly, not on the pull in my back or the throbbing where I was injured. It’s dark, he’s coked-up, so there is a chance he’ll lose the keys, offering me a shot at escape.
“I’ll be fair. Soon enough, I won’t even remember you had that fuck’s dick inside you.”
I shudder, curling my toes, because in this moment it feels as if making myself smaller—in any way—can keep me safe. But then again, maybe I should get out, so he doesn’t get even more agitated? Creed will try to find me, I’m sure of that, and if I can last until then—
“Maybe it’s time to learn your place? Let’s face it, you’re not a real man. Everyone knows it the moment you move or speak. That’s why you’re so desperate to get on your knees, even for someone like Creep. You know he doesn’t fucking care for you either, right? It just so happens you were the first to give him the time of day, and he got hole-struck. You’re both equally pathetic,” Domino continues, wandering close by, but with the sound muted by the wood around me, I’m not sure where exactly he is.
I never even considered placing a curse on anyone before, but my heart hasn’t known true hatred before this moment. How fucking dare he? A pathetic meathead like him, who’s so cruel his own people don’t fully trust him, has no understanding of true affection, care, and yes, even masculinity. Who made him the judge?
If I had a gun—
The door of the cupboard is there one moment and gone the next. Thick fingers dig into my flesh like maggots about to eat their way inside me as the bear yanks me out of the cupboard under the desk, about to close his teeth on my head and maul me.
In that moment, the violent way he’s dragging me is a promise of death, and I know that if I don’t run now, he will be the last person to see me alive.
My teeth sink into his hand at the first opportunity, and while he slaps me, as if I were a horsefly, when blood spurts onto my tongue he lets go for long enough for me to flee. I dash for the hole I crawled through earlier. He’ll try to catch me from the other side, and once I hear him passing through the rooms, I’ll crawl back and run for the other end of the basement. Maybe there is another exit there?
I barely hear him over the noise in my head but once my brain decodes his growls, I stall, my heartbeat pulsing in my throat.
“Even if you run, you won’t reach him before I put a bullet in his head. Is that what you want? Sacrifice the creep so you can leave? I’ll bring you his head if you need proof there’s nothing out there for you.” Domino laughs, not even bothering with the chase anymore, as if the result of this fight is already settled. “If you want him to live, you better come back to me.”
He’s not bluffing.
The threat is real, and while Domino would be risking his freedom and another war between the local MCs, he’s enough of a bastard to carry out his threat, just for the sake of punishing me for the crime of defying him.