Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
He pulls the plastic cup toward him and takes a quick sip. “You don’t have a very sunny personality.”
Another sip follows, and my tongue darts out to wet my lips.
“Are you thirsty?”
“You don’t know me,” I quip.
He smiles and takes another sip. “That’s not what I asked.”
I stare him down for a moment. “What do you want from me?”
“Are you thirsty or not?”
My nostrils flare as my eyes land on the cup of water he filled, and his eyes follow suit.
“Do you want the water?”
“Fine.”
He tilts his head. “Fine what?”
When I don’t answer, he reaches for the cup, but doesn’t give it to me.
“Ask for it.”
My eye begins to twitch.
He wants me to beg.
He smirks, pushing the cup a little closer. “Go on. You want it. All you gotta do is take it.”
I jerk on the chains that keep me down, and it only makes me more furious.
“If you ask nicely, I’ll give it to you.”
“Fuck you,” I spit back.
He pauses and licks his lips. “All you had to do was ask nicely.”
“Does asking nicely bring me the heads of the people who wronged me?”
“No. But you can’t do everything by yourself.”
“Yes, I can.”
“All right … Take the water then.”
I lunge forward again, but the cuffs hold me back.
Goddammit.
“What are you waiting for? Take the water. You’re thirsty, right?”
“You don’t want me to take it.”
“Yes, I do. I want you to have the water.” He swallows. “Desperately.”
For a moment, all we do is stare at each other, and I can feel the heat radiating off both of us. If he didn’t have me chained up here, I would’ve long choked the life out of him and then made him beg for my pussy.
But that’s exactly why I’m in this position to begin with.
He picks up the cup again. “Ask,” he says. “And I’ll help you.”
He wants me to be the one to beg.
“Please,” I grit.
The smile that forms on his face is insufferable. He leans over the table with the cup in his hands and grabs my chin to part my lips and dribble it into my mouth himself.
When he’s done, he gloats. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
I spit the water at his face.
All of it.
Droplets run down his neck, into his shirt so the fabric sticks to his abs, and my God, is it a sight to behold.
He throws the cup at the wall and grabs me by the throat. “You.”
I smirk. “How does it feel to be obsessed?”
His jaw tightens. “I am not—”
“You and I are the same,” I interject. “You just don’t want to admit it.”
“I’m not a fucking murderer,” he says.
“You let those men walk the earth, murdering innocents every damn day of the week,” I grit back. “They murder because you let them.”
His fingers tighten around my neck, but I’m not afraid, and I lean in. “You think you’re better than me, but you lie to yourself when you say you’re going to bring the criminals to justice. And deep down, you know damn well I’m right. Deep down, you wish you could’ve killed them yourself.”
“Admit it. You love the idea of the natural order of things being restored.”
“And you need to admit to me you murdered them,” he retorts. “You think they deserved it, but Bob had a family. What did Bob ever do to you?”
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But I will never throw my boys to the wolves. That’s not my style.
“You were just looking to hide your crimes. Now tell me you killed them.”
“And then what? Will you finally be happy? Is that when you can rest in peace?”
When he doesn’t reply, I add, “Because I will never rest in peace. Not as long as those fuckers walk on the same streets I do.”
His fingers slowly unlatch. “What did they do to you?”
“You’d love to know, wouldn’t you?”
He puts me back in my seat and leans back, breath wildly out of control.
“We raided your sorority room. I found every plan you had, down to the detail.”
I would fold my arms if I could. “And?”
“Your targets weren’t chosen nilly-willy.”
I love watching the little wheels spin in his head as he deciphers my actions. It’s sexy.
“You had a hit list. And it’s not all traffickers. There was a taxi driver.”
“Maybe he hung out with the wrong people.”
“You’re not some vigilante handing out justice to the Bones Brotherhood. You’re targeting specific people.”
I love his deduction skills.
“You missed one, didn’t you? His name is Samuel.”
My skin pricks with bubbling rage.
“Tell me why you killed the others.”
I merely stare him down.
“Sunny, I can help you,” he says. “But you need to give me something.”
“Why would I?”
He leans across the table. “So I can put those fuckers behind bars too.”
I laugh. “And you think that’s going to satisfy me?” I run my nails along the table. “I need payment in blood.”