Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“There’s no point,” a voice came from the cell opposite me and my head whipped forward. Shadows danced over the back wall, but just out of them I could see the outline of leather boots. “They prefer it when you scream.”
“Well, they don’t know who I am…” I said matter-of-factly.
“Darling, I’m pretty sure whoever you are, they’re worse.”
“Maybe…” I folded my arms in front of me. “But not scarier than my papa.”
“Your papa?” The voice was low but held a softness about it too. “No one here gives a fuck who your papa is, that I can promise you.”
“Stop making promises, Kenan,” another voice interrupted from the other side of the corridor just as a heavy door slammed closed and boots thudded closer. “You’re in no position—literally—” There were two of them. One was taller than the other, and leaner, but the other was still very good looking. Recognition slapped me across the face like the wind did when I was riding, and I stepped back, releasing the metal of the cell like it burned. “Awww… do you think she recognizes us now?”
“She does,” I answered, far too quickly for someone who had fear prickling over the back of my neck. Because these boys knew who Papa was. They knew. And they didn’t care. “What do you want?” I shoved my chin up stubbornly, folding my arms across my chest.
It was the third day of being held in this hellish hole they called a room. I was fed, even though it was weird takeout burgers and drinks that had fizz to them, and had clothes handed to me, but I wasn’t home. Where I wanted to be.
“You know they always get what they want,” Kenan said with a chuckle. “You can put up a fight as much as you want, but they always get what they want.”
“Are you giving in?” I whimpered, waiting for him to stop pacing back and forth in his cell. He did that often. He told me he was stuck in a mental warfare, where he didn’t know if he wanted it or if he needed it. I said the only thing that separated the two was desperation.
Finally, he fell to the bed, burying his hands in his thick mane of hair. “I am. But I need to know you will too.”
“Why?” I asked, squeezing my arms around my knees. “Why does it matter?”
“Because they’ll kill you.”
Past
“We’re not killing her.” Kyrin pointed around the room with the finger that held the cigarette. “She’s my fucking sister. We have to save her.”
“Save her?” Killian snorted, and I watched carefully between the two of them. “That bitch is laced up to Daddy Dom like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”
“She’s been groomed…” I said the words the rest of them seemed to dance around. Kyrin flinched. I felt for him. Who knew Kyrin did have a heart, it just belonged to his long-lost psycho little sister sitting in cell four. Who also fucking kissed me. “Clearly.”
“She won’t break.” Kyrin shoved his hands into his hair. “We need another way to make her leave with us.”
“Hold up!” Kill flipped a chair around and lowered onto the plastic. “Did Delila tell you why? Why we needed her right now and what the fuck Dom was doing with her?”
King shook his head, glaring up at the ceiling. The room we were in was what separated the cells and the stairs that led to the main level of The Castle here at The Village. “No. She said it’s between Kaius and Dom.”
My teeth clenched together so hard they almost cracked. “That motherfucker.”
King picked up a chair and slammed it onto the ground. “I don’t want to believe it, but I always knew he was rotten.”
“—says the people who have a fourteen-year-old girl locked in the basement.”
I leaned forward. “You say that like it’s a new thing?” My brows hit my hairline when Killian shook his head. “I know what we need to do, but I want two things to happen.”
All of their eyes shifted to me.
I raised a finger. “One, get Delila on the phone.” I find Kill. “Hope your mind tricks are ready, because we’re about to make her believe she’s been with us all along.”
Killian shifted forward, his devious eyes gleaming on mine. “Fuck, I love how fucked up you are.” He clapped his hands. “Let’s do this.”
Present
I stare blankly at the phone as the floor beneath me rocks side to side against the waves of the water.
Back on the boat.
The same, only not.
“Cart—” Dominic switches the phone off, cutting Killian’s yelling and hands the phone to Dove.
Memories swirl inside my brain like a whirlpool of colors. I know everything. From the second Killian came into my cell and changed my memories.
“Are you back, Little Bee?” His foot taps against the floor at the same time Dove shuffles between us both. My mouth dries and the taste of metallic is far stronger than it was earlier.