Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Sophia’s eyes shot open when she heard my voice resonate through the room, lifting her head off the floor to see me. She started crying harder as she dropped her head back, unable to hold it up for very long.
“What the fuck are you going to do, boy?” the bodyguard hovering over Sophia spewed out, rising to the balls of his feet, tucking his dick back into his pants. I resisted the urge to look at Sophia, disgusted by what I would see between her legs.
“Marco, let her go,” he ordered the guy who was holding Sophia’s wrists.
Marco complied, releasing his grasp. Sophia scrambled to her hands and knees, crawling as fast as she could over to Amari, who still hadn’t moved or made a sound. I released a breath of relief, knowing Sophia was safe for now.
“You made a big mistake walking in here tonight. The fun was just getting fucking started, boy. Wasn’t it, John?” Marco mocked, standing alongside the other motherfucker.
I stood taller, not backing down. I was five-foot-nine, one hundred and sixty pounds. I was built like my father and bigger than most guys my age, which gave me an advantage.
“Why don’t you just run along, boy,” John scoffed out. “Or wait, better yet. Marco grab him, I think we should show this little prick how a real man fucks.”
I didn’t falter, spitting out, “A real man wouldn’t have to rape a girl. But judging by the size of your cock, I can see why women your age won’t voluntarily fuck you.”
“You little shit,” John spewed, walking over to the girls.
I was over to him in four strides, dodging Marco’s hands that were trying to get a hold of me. Getting right up in John’s face, I snarled, “You touch them one more fucking time, and I’ll—”
“What? You’ll what? What are you going to do, boy? Your daddy ain’t around to save any of your sorry asses. He already called, saying they weren’t coming home tonight. Now back the fuck up so I can have a taste of your sister’s sweet little pussy.”
My fist connected with his jaw before he got the last word out. His head whooshed back, knocking him off balance from my unexpected blow to his face. He stumbled back, holding his chin, before he glared up at me, spitting blood on the floor. Sizing me up for the first time. I had been in kickboxing since I learned how to walk. No one fucked with a Martinez, my father made sure of it.
“You’re going to pay for that, you little fucker,” he warned, charging toward me but stopped when a shot was fired hitting him right in the leg.
The sound of Amari and Sophia screaming and wailing at the top of their lungs brought my attention to them, cowering in the corner, before I could figure out where the shot came from. They bawled harder and hugged each other tighter, tucking their faces into each other’s chests.
John collapsed onto the ground, holding the open wound on his leg that gushed blood onto the floor.
“Motherfucker!” he groaned out in agony.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Marco lifting his hands in the air in a surrendering gesture, backing up slowly. A look of pure fear quickly followed. I turned around, following the direction of his petrified gaze.
“What the fuck?” I breathed out, locking eyes with my father who appeared out of thin air.
I didn’t even hear him. He was standing by his office door, still dressed in his tux, with a gun in each hand. One was pointed at Marco, the other at John.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he whispered, shaking his head in disappointment. “You haven’t been paying attention, boys. What am I paying you so much fucking money for? You two fuck-ups didn’t even hear me coming. Oh, yo lo sé,” he said, “Oh, I know.”
He peered over at the girls with no emotion whatsoever. They both sat there beaten and broken, and he didn’t even ask if they were okay. You would think one of them being his own flesh and blood, he would have consoled his child, showed some kind of emotion, but not my father. He stood there like a cold-hearted bastard, as if he didn’t give a fuck who they were. He could see what I walked in on. It was staring him blatantly in the face, but he remained calm and collected. Unfazed, like he saw this sort of scene play out in front of him all the time. That’s when it hit me like a ton of fucking bricks. This wasn’t my dad, this was the crime boss that everybody feared. I had never truly witnessed my father’s true nature until this very moment.
I wouldn’t learn until later in life you never allowed your enemies to see your weaknesses. You could be burning inside, but had to remain cold and heartless on the outside. Even if your whole life was laid out in front of you, dying.