Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
“She went for all of us,” he fires back. “Monroe won’t even talk about it. He hasn’t said one word about her or anything since all this shit went down and he was arrested.” He sighs. “I just have a feeling we don’t know everything. And I hope that our plan works because she needs to talk, and she needs to do it soon. Or even we won’t be able to save her from The Founders.” Then he too walks away and after Dax.
I look at Law. “What do you think?”
He looks over at me. “I think it’s going to be fun seeing her beg from her knees.” He pushes off his locker. “And you know how much I love it when they cry.”
We have a plan, and it starts today. Henley can’t help but be a savior. She has to be needed. And we’re going to exploit that.
The bell rings, and Law starts walking backward away from me and winks before spinning around. “Showtime,” he calls out, shoving his way through the students.
Everyone’s getting ready to go home for the weekend. We haven’t looked her way since we cornered her at Death Valley last weekend. But we’ve got the weekend off because we don’t have a game.
Looking ahead to the end of the hall, I smile. Right on time. Lacey walks out of a class. She always has flown under the radar. She may wear expensive clothes, but she keeps her head down at all times. Over the past couple of weeks, she’s picked up Henley’s attention, which means she now has ours.
Law was right. We can use her.
I look past her to see Law slip into a classroom. He quickly pokes his head out and nods once, letting me know it’s empty like we expected.
Licking my lips, I walk right into her, letting my shoulder bump into hers.
“Sorry …” She looks up at me, her words cutting off when her eyes meet mine.
This is going to be too easy. We’re in a hallway full of students, and she already looks terrified. “Lacey.” I smile down at her. “May I speak to you for a second?”
“I … uh,” she rambles, her eyes wide.
“It’ll only take two seconds.” My hand grips her upper arm, and I pull her backward and into the classroom where Monroe, Law, and Rellik stand. I shove her forward into the empty room, and Dax locks the door behind us, then proceeds to lean against it.
The books she was clutching fall to the floor when she trips over her own feet. But she chooses to ignore them and instead looks around quickly, her hair slapping her in her face. She adjusts her glasses and licks her lips nervously.
“Hey, Lace.” Law comes up beside her, draping his arm over her shoulders. She flinches at the touch and tries to pull out of it but is unsuccessful. “You’re probably wondering why we brought you in here.” He goes on. “Well, what if I told you that today is your lucky day?” He spins her around to press her back into his front, then lowers his face to her neck. “Or maybe we’re the lucky ones …” He trails off, letting the threat hang in the air.
“Pl … ease,” she begs, tears already flooding her eyes.
“Please what?” he asks her, his lips trailing down her neck. “Please kiss me?” She whimpers. “Please hurt me?” She sniffs. “This one is my favorite—please, Law, bend me over and fuck my cunt.”
She begins sobbing. Her small frame shakes uncontrollably against him.
“What about you, Rellik?” He looks up at him. “Which do you prefer?”
He smirks, his earlier reservations now long gone. He understands we have to do whatever has to be done in order to achieve our goal. Even if that means using others to our advantage. “You know I’m an ass man.”
“No… no… no…” she cries, squirming in Law’s arms.
“Shh.” Law reaches up with his free hand and grips her chin. “It only hurts for a minute.”
“Unless you’re into pain.” Rellik steps into her front. They’ve got her pinned from both front and back. “Then I can make it hurt for days.” He smiles at her while his hand comes up to her chest, softly skimming her small breasts over her shirt with the back of his knuckles.
She closes her eyes and bows her head. But Law grips her chin, preventing it, forcing her to look up at Rellik. “Now, be a good little slut and say, ‘please, Rellik, fuck my ass,’” Law demands.
She sobs, closing her eyes tightly. Her glasses are falling off her face, but her arms are pinned down to her side by Law, preventing her from fixing them.
“See …” Rellik starts as his hand begins to trail lower, down over her stomach. “According to Henley, Monroe is nothing but a rapist and murderer. And that makes us guilty by association.” His hand makes it to her jeans. He runs his fingertips around the button. “Do you agree with that, Lace?”