Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Make another demand, dipshit,” Dragon threatens. “Go on. I want to see you burn up close—to smell your skin as it fucking cooks.”
Theo, with bloodshot eyes, whimpers. “Dude, man, calm down. Don’t set me on fire. Please, man. Fuck!”
Dragon cackles as he brings the lighter within an inch from Theo’s alcohol-soaked cheek. “Will your eyeballs pop or melt? I’ve always wondered.”
“You’ll have to stay in suspense a bit longer, Dragon,” Koyn grunts. “We’re all going to sit in on this chat. I’d like his eyeballs intact in case we need them.”
Theo sends me a pleading look. I simply shrug.
He made his bed. Now he has to lie in it.
Romy
At first, those bikers actually tried to keep me out of their meeting like it was some “no girls allowed” club. Not only did I laugh in Koyn’s face, but I pushed past him, ignoring his grumbling.
I’m every bit as invested in this takedown as they are. The only time I left their interrogation with Theo in the conference room was when Bermuda got me a connection to Eva. After a tear-filled conversation where I assured her me and Kaitlyn were okay and in Oklahoma of all places, we made plans for her to come out here, and then I went back to the room where Theo remained in the hot seat.
It’s late now, pushing midnight, and I can barely keep my eyes open. Still, I refuse to leave my seat and go back to our room in the clubhouse.
So far, they’ve questioned Theo endlessly but have asked me nothing.
Finally, when I can’t stand it anymore, I smack my hand down on the smooth surface of the table. “He’s told you everything he knows and is willing to tell.”
Theo sits up, bleary-eyed but suddenly alert. “Is that it? You’re going to let them kill me, babe?”
“Not your babe,” Caius bites out. “Say it again and I’m going to toss the fucking match myself.”
I smirk at Theo, then I turn my attention to Koyn. “Do you think I’m some useless woman who knows nothing?”
Koyn’s eyes narrow. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means you guys have been trying to figure out things about my fake father, my real father, my captivity, my past treatment, places I’ve been to, and have yet to ask if I have any information about any of it.”
Caius shoots me a confused look that I ignore, never taking my eyes off Koyn.
“You’ve been withholding information on us?” he asks, leaning forward to pin me with a hard stare. “Stop playing games, little girl, and spill it.”
“I don’t want him to hear,” I tell Koyn, jabbing a finger at Theo.
Dragon eagerly hops to his feet and then yanks Theo out of his seat. “Piss break, pussy. Let’s go.”
Theo’s wide-eyed gaze is telling that he does not want to go anywhere alone with Dragon, but no one intervenes. Cove nudges Theo and urges him to go. The three of them leave without any trouble.
I close my eyes and start telling every detail of everything I can remember. It’s as if it’s all stored away in a file, meticulously put in order for me to refer back to. I blurt out names from my childhood who were friends of Gideon, things I remember about my treatment with Huxley, everything I learned about Vivienne, my time in college and what the Crownes did to me, the yacht with Solomon and what all happened with LuLu, the rape and subsequent murder of Gareth, all that happened with Kaitlyn, my relationship with Caius, every conversation I overheard from Orion or Gideon, the people at the president’s ball, Theo’s trickery and how he got me into Doc Junior’s grasp, my treatment in the facility, the surgery, my fake marriage to Seth, the onslaught of memories that fought for their surface over the years, and everything in between.
I’m not sure how long I speak for, but I lay it all out for them piece by piece until the puzzle creates a clear picture. When I finish, I reopen my eyes and meet Koyn’s stare again.
“Is that enough?”
Koyn chuffs out a laugh. “You got passwords stored up in that head too?”
He sends a notebook filled with scribbled notes of everything I told him sliding my way. I grab a pen from nearby and neatly add the ones I remember and what they went to.
“Impressive,” Filter says, eyeing me warily. “Kind of fucking terrifying too. How can you be half braindead and know all that shit?”
I snort at him. “I’m not braindead, asshole. They messed with my head, but I’m not stupid. It’s all in there, just waiting to be released. Now that I don’t have people actively trying to scramble my brain, I can make sense of it all.”
“She’s also crazy good at puzzles,” Caius tells them, pride in his voice. “I’ve never in my life seen someone put together a thousand pieces so damn quick.”