Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Easton rushes in, trying to get between the boys, but this isn’t like last time when Zade just stood there and took Sawyer’s anger. This time, he fights back. I suppose he’s met his quota of bullshit he’s willing to shoulder for one day. “And what the fuck would you have done?” Zade throws back at him, returning with a devastating blow that rocks Sawyer back and pushes him straight into his sister. “The only way out for her is death. Abrahms was right. Would you prefer I put a fucking bullet through her head instead so you can come in pretending to be some fucking gallant knight to protect her? I did what I had to do.”
I throw myself right back into it. “No, you did what benefits you best,” I spit at him. “Like always. You don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself. As long as Zade DeVil still gets to wear a fucking crown on his head, then nothing else matters.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Oh, don’t I?” I argue, shoving him again as Easton still tries to hold back Sawyer. Dalton comes for me, trying to grasp my arm only for me to evade him. “You should have told him. She could have had a chance to run, but you don’t give a shit, do you? You don’t give a shit about Sawyer or his family, and you sure as fuck don’t give a shit about the heart beating inside my fucking chest. As long as you get to tear it out at the end of the day, right?”
Zade comes at me, his hand snapping toward my throat as his eyes flame with venomous rage, but Sawyer breaks through Easton’s hold and he goes flying back, knocking into Dalton as Cara screams again. But it’s the fucking Sawyer show now. He comes bursting through, slamming into Zade like a fucking freight train, taking him to the ground, his fists flying wild and free.
Dalton is quick in on the action, but there’s no way to tell if he’s actually trying to help or if he’s in there just to throw a few punches like the deranged psychopath he is. Easton tries to pull Sawyer off Zade and gets an elbow to the face, which only pisses him off, and in a matter of seconds, all four of them are scuffling on the ground.
All I can do is stare, my mind a fucking whirlwind. How the hell has it come to this?
Cara throws herself on top of the pile, aiming for Zade’s throat as I try to calm my racing heart, only there’s no fucking use. I’ve never been so worked up. I’m a means to an end for Zade, and despite everything, he’ll still throw me under the bus, just as he did Cara.
I shake my head, my hands balling into fists as a raw desperation fires through me, and my survival instincts kick in. If I stay here, playing the role of the boys’ perfect little whorish pet, I will be sacrificed. No doubt about it.
But if I run . . . Fuck. What other choice do I have?
They will never stop coming for me, and I will never find my freedom, but it’s better than staying here and handing myself over to Zade’s blade. Staying here means giving up, and that’s not me. My daddy didn’t raise a quitter.
Fuck Dalton, Sawyer, and Easton. I don’t even know what it is I have with them, but it’s over now. It has to be. I choose me.
As the boys fight it out on the ground, my heart kicks into gear, my hands instantly growing clammy as I whip back to the door. It’s been left open after the boys came storming in here, dragging me along with them.
All I would have to do is run.
Glancing back at them, I realize just how quickly time is running out. This fight isn’t going to last forever. I have maybe a few seconds to gain some ground on them, so if I’m going to do this, I need to do it now.
A whimper sails through my lips, fear of what’s to come threatening to cripple me, but I have to put myself first. I will not give my life for this.
And with that, I turn on my heel and sprint for the door, fear rocking through my chest.
I don’t look back as I race through the door and out into the party, coming face to face with the thick crowd. I push my way through the bodies, certain the boys have already realized I’m gone and are coming for me. The ballroom is packed, loud music blasting through my ears as strobe lights flash through the crowd, making it so much harder to navigate.
“MOVE,” I roar, desperately trying to get through the crowd, tears streaming down my cheeks. The main door is so far away, and I stare up toward it, knowing there’s no way I’ll make it in time. They’ll find me way before then.