Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Your brother filled me in on a few things. You want what’s mine. Do you think I should let that slide?” He didn’t know I knew that they were related. Michael let it slip the night before we left. When he was telling me his brother’s plans on taking it all over, stepping out of the club and into my role, I wasn’t going to let that happen. No fucking way.
“He’s lying,” he says, shaking his head.
My body is starting to come down from the adrenaline. I can feel it wanting to drop. “No. No, he wasn’t. But you seem to be hellbent on trying to take what’s mine. Even the girl.”
“That was payment, you knew that.”
“That’s about to stop. I’m changing the rules.” Quinn walks back in next to me. “From now on no payments for a life. If I take a life, I’m allowed to take a fucking life. Do you want to know why I can take a fucking life?” I lean in close to him, my blood dripping on his clean white trousers. “Because I’m the fucking boss and what I say goes. Now repeat it.”
Antonio doesn’t want to. He wants to hurt me more than he’s ever wanted to in the past. But I have proven myself tonight, and I have the upper hand now. He thought I’d be dead. He changed the rules last minute, and yet here I stand.
“You’re the boss.”
I shoot the gun into the air, it cracks the roof’s drywall making pieces drop all around us. “Now I don’t want to hear from you a-fucking-gain unless it’s business. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, boss.”
I stand up tall. Then walk out to the entrance. “Where is she?” I ask Quinn. He takes the gun and goes to grab me because I’m close to passing out. I can feel it.
“In the car.” He opens the door, and I see inside the car. But I don’t see her. All that is in front of me is an open door.
“Fuck!” I scream. Then I do what I thought I was going to do. Too many head injuries, too much blood loss. So, I pass the fuck out with Barbie nowhere in sight.
Fucking Barbie.
Chapter Eleven
Saskia
My feet hit the pavement running. Even when my ribs and my legs scream, I still run. Why the fuck wouldn’t I? I don’t want to stay here. Here’s the last place I want to be. As far away from this hellhole is where I want to be.
Car lights flash in front of me and stop next to me, but I keep running until her voice screams my name.
Cecilia.
I come to an abrupt halt and turn around to her. She’s waving at me to go back. I kicked my heels off before, and my feet are bare. So the moment I stop, I can feel everything, the sharp rocks that are digging into the soles of my feet. Oh my God, the pain in my ribs is almost too much to bear.
“What do you want?”
She waves me down. “Let me give you a lift.”
“You’ll take me back,” I scream, trying to keep my distance from her.
She shakes her head. “I won’t.”
“You live there,” I ask her.
“Used to, you took my room.”
“You’re not taking me back there?” I ask, hoping she’s as nice as she seems, and not some evil incarnate like Amy.
“No, Saskia. I have a small apartment not far from here. Do you want to crash there?”
My feet hurt, I’m sore all over. But what else are my choices? Quinn put me in the car then walked back in for Ryken, and I bolted once everything hit me. I realized I was now free.
“No one will know I’m there?” I ask. She shakes her head as I step closer to her and her car. She gets in as I open the door, and drives a short distance to a block of apartments not too far from where I ran from. I don’t know this neighborhood at all as I’ve never been here before. I’ve stayed in my city and never left, never had the means to leave nor the desire to. What else was out there for me? I didn’t know, and a part of me was content not knowing what I couldn’t have.
“This is it. It’s not much, but I have a couch.” She points to the small building and gets out as I follow her inside. She’s right, it’s small, but I’m used to small. Especially, where I come from. She disappears then comes back with a blanket for me as she lays it on the couch.
“Do you know them well?”
She looks up to me. “Who?” she asks.
“Well, Amy, Antonio... you know, them.”
She shrugs. “As well as an employee knows their boss, I guess. But I have met your man before, actually.”