Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
He gave me a lascivious grin. “She’s a hot little bitch, isn’t she? Perfectly legal. She’s not my daughter, and she’s over eighteen. You can have her if you want. She was a virgin when she ran off so, even if one of those bikers did fuck her, she’s not been used too much. Just let me go and I’ll let you do whatever you want to her. Only thing I ask is that you bring her back in one piece and unscarred.” This guy!
“You really are a dumbass,” I chuckled, crossing my arms over my chest. “You don’t have Calista, Borris. Even if you did, it’s this very thing right here that’s gettin’ you killed.” I yanked the bedding off him and took out my knife. He flinched back, but I just started cutting off his clothes. “You’re telling me --” I kept my tone as conversational as I could, “-- you’re willing to give me your stepdaughter, the young woman your beloved wife left in your care after she passed away, to use how I please. To fuck the shit outta her whether she wants it or not.”
He scoffed. “You know as well as I do bitches like her always want it. They tease us, then get all pissy when we take what they’re offering. Calista is just like all the rest of ’em. She won’t care. She’ll pretend she doesn’t want it, but she’ll secretly get off on it.” He gave me a cajoling smile. “I’ll have her back with me any day now. She’s fuckin’ some guy in a biker gang around here. Girl loves slummin’. Give her a few days to rest up and I’m sure her pussy will be just as tight and hot as it ever was.”
Without a word, I continued to cut off his clothes until he was completely nude. As I thought, he was aroused. Likely from fantasizing about all the things that would happen to Calista. Sick fuck.
“So, a couple things.” I sheathed my knife and shrugged out of the small backpack I had over my shoulders and set it at the foot of the bed. “First off, Calista is perfectly fine and well. She’s with her daddy’s enforcer. And Ringo isn’t the kind of man to let an attack on his woman go without consequences.” I grinned as I watched Borris’s expressions go from surprise to fury in the space of only a few seconds.
“Motherfuckers!” His explosion wasn’t unexpected. Fucker was crazy and had fixated on Calista. Knowing he was beaten was bound to push him over the edge. “She’s mine!”
“No. She’s Ringo’s. Which brings us to the second thing. When you sicced Redwood on Calista, you forgot to tell him not to shoot anyone.”
“What the fuck do I care who he shoots?”
“Because he missed Calista and hit another woman.”
“Bitch shoulda been out of the way.” Borris stuck his chin up, like he was daring me to contradict him.
“Right,” I drawled, digging into my bag and pulling out several large dildos and a jar of ghost pepper sauce I’d use for lube. “See, here’s the problem I have, Borris. You’re a predator. You prey on women. You haven’t gotten to children yet, but you’re flirting with it. It’s why you needed to sell Calista. Right? To pay for the little boy you wanted?”
Illivitch froze, his eyes wide. Like he just realized a hellhound was staring at him from the foliage. “What do you want?” His voice was a raspy whisper. Yeah. He knew he was fucked.
“I want you to die, Borris. It’s really that simple.” I shrugged. “The more complicated part is how you die. And how long it takes.”
“Anything, Deacon.” Illivitch was sweating now, his breathing shallow and rapid. Yeah. He knew this wasn’t going to go well for him. “Name your price!” God, I loved hearing him beg for mercy. It would do him no good, but I wanted to drag it out. To make him suffer like he made others suffer.
“You’re going to tell me who you move skin to. I want every single name. When I’m convinced you’ve given me everything you know, we’ll discuss how you die.”
“I don’t know their names,” he snapped, angry once again. He probably thought I’d cave and let him go. He really should have known better. I’d told him as much when I let him go before. Guess he didn’t believe me. Well. He was about to find out just how wrong he was. “None of them! Everything’s done anonymously for this very reason.”
I gave him a look of false sympathy. “I was afraid you’d say that.” I grinned at him. “Just as well we do things the hard way. I think you should get a taste of what you dish out.” I tossed a giant latex dick onto his belly. “I got all kinds of shit in my bag o’ goodies. I promise. You’re gonna love this every bit as much as those women you sold did.” I shrugged. “Maybe even more because I’m an overachiever.”