Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
My hand curled around my phone as I leaped from the wooden pile, tripping over destruction to the helicopter in the distance. “I’m calling your bluff, Drake. You can just fuck right off. I’m going home to have a shower. You probably have an hour at the most before I fly my ass to wherever you are to shove a bomb down your throat.”
“Oh, yeah? Calling my bluff, huh? I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
Fuck, I hated this cunt.
“Oh, no? Why not?”
“I wouldn’t test me because I’m currently sitting in your sea with a fucking army ready to blow your Goddess Isles apart. I have my finger on the trigger, Sully. I have the name of your girl. Four hours just became three. Tick-tock.”
I broke into a run, waving at the pilots to drop their sack of animal parts and climb into the chopper. They leapt into the fuselage, running a pre-flight check as I bolted up the steps. “One question and then I’ll believe you.”
“Sure. One question seems fair.”
I did my best to keep fear from my tone, masking it with hissing rage. “Her name. The girl you think I’m—”
“Eleanor Grace, of course. The goddess you’re in love with. Now, run along, little bro. Three hours and then it’s party time.”
He hung up.
I threw my phone at the expensive upholstery opposite me. “FUCK!”
Cal shot inside the helicopter, just as the pilots added speed to the rotor blades, warping the laws of gravity.
I didn’t look at him, sinking deep into my thoughts, planning warfare, plotting strategy, mulling over every option from all angles.
Only problems was…if what Drake said was true…I had no options, no angles, no strategy.
I was in love with Eleanor.
She was my greatest treasure and my biggest weakness.
And I’d just handed over my empire to Drake because I would do fucking anything to keep her safe. I would fight any battle. I would bow to any threat.
Promise pain to her and I was a useless son of a bitch.
All I wanted to do was go rogue. To attack and shred—to use everything at my disposal to rip out his entrails.
But…she could get hurt in the crossfires.
She could be raped, mutilated, murdered.
Because of ME.
And I would be too fucking weak to stop him.
Drake had once again won.
He’d used my shortcomings; he’d sniffed out my fragility.
He’d trapped me with the very same person I’d found such freedom with.
I was fucked.
My future was once again unknown.
The one girl I would’ve given everything to now had to get as far away from me as possible.
I would not watch her be hurt. I would not be the reason she ended up a charred carcass because of my screw-ups.
She was everything to me.
Therefore, she had to become nothing.
I would happily die if it meant I could protect her.
But I’d be damned if I’d let Eleanor die with me.