Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Why am I here?
“I see you’ve woken. Took you long enough.” There’s that voice, Lucas, and I know he’s right next to me, or maybe in front of me. I’m not sure which. I pull on the restraints and shake my head.
“You’re holding me down with sex straps?” I shriek. Of course he is. I’ve used these a few times. They’re something that go under the bed so you can strap your partner down to do all the things they want you to do for them.
Lucas better not do a thing to me.
Or has he already?
I take a quick visual scan of my body. I’m still wearing the same clothes and I relax a little. Not much, though, because he’s sitting at the end of the bed watching me like a damn creeper.
“Where is Brody?” I demand.
The asshole ignores me and pulls out a gun, then he slides it up my leg until it reaches between my legs, and he stops. “Told him to go home and be a good boy.”
I doubt he would have listened to him.
“I also warned him if he did something stupid, I would kill you.” He pauses and looks up at me, the gun remaining between my legs, aimed at my cunt. “Do you think he will do something stupid?”
“Sir.” The door opens and a man appears.
I know him.
“Chase, help me.” Then it clicks with me what he said. He called him, sir. I’ve heard him on the phone before call someone sir, and he always stopped to answer those calls. I can feel Lucas’ eyes bore into me. When I turn to look at him, I confirm the fact that he’s angry. A snarl practically sits permanently on his lips.
“You know him?” Chase’s eyes are wide. “Have you fucked him?” Lucas asks.
I remain silent, which makes him angry.
Lucas keeps his eyes on me as he speaks to Chase. “Shut the door and step in.” I hear the click of the door and take a deep breath. “Now, tell me…have you fucked my little sugar here before?”
My head spins toward Chase, but the gun between my legs pushes a little harder in and it makes me stop. “You look at me, not him. Do you understand?”
“You have serious fucking issues,” I say, baiting him. I probably shouldn’t do that considering where I am, but I can’t help myself with him, and I’m not sure why.
“Answer. Now,” he barks at Chase.
“Yes, sir.” Lucas’ tongue clicks to the top of his mouth. His eyes stay on me, then the gun between my legs disappears and he lifts it, shoots, not even aiming. I hear a loud thump and I’m too afraid to turn and look.
“You are mine now. No one touches you.”
“I am not yours.” Lucas gets up from the bed and looks to the floor. I follow his gaze and see Chase, dead, in pool of his own blood. “You monster,” I scream as he steps over him like he’s some sort of shit left on the floor.
“I would strongly suggest you keep your lovers away from me. If you want them to breathe again, that is.”
“I’m not yours, you fucking sociopath!” I scream out. My hands clench in tight fists. Who does he think he is? How could he do that?
Lucas walks to the door without a backward glance, leaving me tied to the bed with a dead body to my left.
How the hell did I get myself into this situation?
9
Lucas
“Let her go,” Joey says to me the next day. He’s standing in my bar by himself.
“No.”
“I know you have her. I went to her place. Her brother was tight-lipped, but her friend was willing to share. Now, where is she?”
I shrug, unwilling to answer.
“Okay, I’ll call Keir and tell him you aren’t willing to play.” He’s always up his damn brother’s ass.
“Do you call him to tell him when you take a shit too?” I open the bottle of tequila and pour myself a shot. It’s been a while since I’ve held a woman against her will. “Actually, go ahead and call Keir, maybe he can give me some advice on holding women captive.” I cheers to him and take the shot.
“Fucking hell, Lucas, you’re holding her captive? What the fuck? You better not have fucked with her, or else—” Joey snatches the bottle from my hand, and in the next instant I have him pinned against the bar with one hand around his neck and the bottle that was in his hand in my other one.
“It would be wise to not threaten me, Joey.” I say his name with extra emphasis. He pushes at me, and I let him up and he coughs and shakes his head.
“Clearly, you feel something for this woman. Why do you think Keir took an interest in her?” Joey says, rubbing his neck. “If you ever do that to me again, I’ll shoot you.”