Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
His dark eyes bore into mine, and as he takes another step toward me, I shrink further back into the brick wall until I feel blood trailing down my back. His eyes only seem to get darker as I drop my gaze down his body, searching for some kind of clue about how this is going to go down.
Is he just going to snap my neck with his bare hands or is there a gun hidden in his pants? Maybe he’s a dagger kind of guy. Shit, that’s too easy for him. After all, the DeAngelis brothers have a reputation to uphold. I bet I’ll be slaughtered in the most spectacular fashion, but nobody will ever know about it. I’ll never get avenged. I’ll never see justice. The brothers will just continue getting away with this because no one will fucking miss me.
He’s fucking stunning though, just like his two big brothers, and that makes him even more dangerous than any man has the right to be. His hair is black as night and cropped short, while his perfectly symmetrical face dares me to try and find a flaw.
I can’t help but notice that he’s wearing a three-piece suit and damn, he wears it well, but that’s the least of my problems. He’s probably planning some fancy date with a poor unsuspecting girl and waiting for his opportunity to strike. I’m the pathetic pre-game warm-up.
Levi gets nice and close, so fucking close that I smell the small touch of cologne that’s been sprayed by his neck, mixed with the sweet, natural manly smell that’s all him. I can feel the warmth coming from his tanned skin and I swallow hard, but he just keeps getting closer until his chest is pressed right up against mine.
He towers over me. He must be at least 6’3 and built like a fucking bull. He’s easily three times the size of me. A man like this could snap my bones with just a flick of his wrist.
I have no doubt that he can feel my rapid pulse, hell, my heart is beating so damn loud that he can probably hear its terrified thumping too. He leans into me and I catch my breath, silently willing myself to think of a sweeter time in my life and not the horrendous things that he’s about to do to me.
Levi drops his head and his nose grazes along my skin, tormenting me with his silence. “What do you want?” I ask, clenching my jaw and desperately trying to block him out, but he’s already inside my head without even saying a single word.
The tip of his nose trails up from the bottom of my jaw right to my temple which is where it comes to a stop. He breathes me in and I close my eyes, trying to calm my terrified tremors.
A low, animalistic growl sounds in the back of his throat, and I hold back tears, preparing myself for death. But when nothing happens, I open my eyes again and swallow hard before slowly tilting my chin to meet his dark, horrifying gaze.
Letting out a shaky breath, I try to find what little strength I possess. “What. Do. You. Want?” I demand, not ready to stand here all night playing his twisted games.
The corners of his mouth flinch with the makings of a wicked grin but he holds it back as something presses against my stomach. My gaze drops to his hand to find a black silk gown scrunched up between his fingers.
His deep, growly voice floods the cell and my gaze snaps right back up to his. “Put it on.”
My brows furrow as I instinctively take the gown from him, my knees shaking as I feel the sound of his deep tone vibrating right through my hollow chest. Realizing that he still has plans for me tonight, I raise my chin and narrow my gaze. “Why?” I snap, not about to make this easy for him as my eyes flicker toward the open cell door. He's left me the perfect opportunity to escape, assuming I can get past him.
“Because I said so,” he growls, not appreciating my reluctance. I'm sure a man like him doesn’t hear the word no unless it's his victim's last plea for mercy. “You’re our guest and you will join us for dinner.”
My brow arches. “Guest?” I laugh. “More like a fucking prisoner. Tell me, how many other ‘guests’ are you keeping down here?”
Levi doesn’t respond, just keeps staring at me with that dead gaze until my patience gets the best of me. “You’re fucking kidding me,” I scoff, immediately regretting my tone as his eyes flash with anger. I shove my hand against his solid stomach and force him back a step. “You want to dress me up in some bullshit gown that probably belongs to some dead woman, parade me around for your psychotic brothers, and treat me to dinner? You really are fucked in the head.”