Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
“By the sizes of tears and trauma, both vaginally and anally, I’d say there were…instruments used. She hadn’t been sold to anyone yet. So I’m assuming they trained her in other ways…”
They’re silent for a long moment, or maybe I black out again, but then I hear Bill say, “Do the surgery on her wrist. Today. Whatever she needs, make sure she gets it. I want her back on her feet and feeling good ASAP.”
Gavin clears his throat. “There’s more than just the surgery to correct some broken bones and much-needed time for recovery.”
“Meaning?”
“Medication. Therapy. The poor girl has been severely abused. Sexually and mentally. Her body and brain have been manipulated…altered. She may never be more than a shell of herself again. She’s also most likely been kept drugged around the clock. It’s amazing she’s not dead from an overdose due to her size and the amount that was in her system. Even if she wakes up and wants to fight to survive, there is still a long road to recovery. There can still be complications from withdrawals. Suicidal tendencies. She’s already tried twice—”
“I’ll get her the best therapist there is. Do your job and make her feel better physically. Then we’ll get her the help she needs mentally.”
“Glad you could finally join us,” the other Lord states, taking a drink of his scotch, pulling me out of that memory.
My usual fuck-you attitude is actually gone right now, replaced with doubt and shame for letting Kashton get me off. Again. I should have made him drug me. At least then I would have woken up naked and hog-tied. And when he played with me, I wouldn’t have had a say. That’s what my body is used to. Being used. To give it up willingly makes me ashamed of myself.
The Lord frowns, noticing. “What’s wrong with you?” His green eyes look me up and down, reading my body language.
I sit in a chair and cross my legs. This dress is shorter than I thought, and I take a quick look to make sure the bruises and bite marks Kash gave me aren’t noticeable. “Nothing.”
“Well, I’m about to fuck your mood up.” He makes it sound like it’s a challenge.
“You can try.” I take the glass of whiskey that Bill is holding out to me and take a sip. Don’t throw it up.
“The police ran your prints. They’re going to question you.”
I frown. They already did, but I ask. “Why?”
Bill shakes his head. “She’s not in the system.”
Right. Because I’m a no one. Never have been and never will be.
“They find it suspicious that you found the woman in the cemetery.” His green eyes meet mine. “You should have burned her body and buried her ashes.”
Yep. One sentence was all it took to fuck up my already bad mood. I slam the drink down on Bill’s desk, making him flinch. “She had a family.” I don’t know if she was a mother, a sister, or wife, but she was someone’s daughter. “She deserved something…more.” That’s the problem with the Lords. Nothing is sacred. A living soul is nothing more than an inconvenience. Something to be thrown away and never thought of again. They don’t value life.
He gives a dark chuckle. “Now that family is seeking justice.”
“Good.” I give him a smile.
His eyes narrow on mine. “They think you did it.”
I snort. “They can think whatever they want. I didn’t kill that poor woman.” And why the hell would the killer call the police? That doesn’t make any sense.
He buries his head in his hands. I wonder when the last time he slept was. He looks tired. Adam and I go way back. It’s not a love-hate friendship, just a mutual hatred for one another. He’s like the big brother I never wanted.
“You don’t understand. The public is ramming these bodies down the authorities’ throats. It’s all over the fucking news, just like it was years ago. Random people are picking it up on social media just to get views, and it’s working. The authorities will pin it on someone to get the families off their backs.”
“So you’re saying I’m going to be the fall guy?” I shake my head. “Even the police can’t twist a story that much.”
“They can do whatever the fuck they want,” Adam snaps before lowering his voice. “I’ve been there. They can make the innocent look guilty, and once you’re locked away, you won’t have a fucking voice to argue your side. The media alone will make sure you are painted as the villain they want you to be.”
“What do you suggest?” Bill asks him, and I roll my eyes.
This Lord is his new favorite toy. Bill hangs on his every word. But even I know it’s for his own gain. I am very thankful for Bill, but at the end of the day, he’s just another Lord who is out for himself and world domination. No amount of money or power will ever be enough for them.