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)
“Listen, boy, when you pay for it, you can treat it however you want.” He turns and yanks her away once more, pulling her through a door to the right.
I shouldn’t get involved. It’s none of my business. I’m here for an initiation…
“Fuck,” I curse, pulling out my cell. Thirty unread messages in the group chat between Adam and Saint. Still nothing from Haidyn.
The newest message pops up.
SAINT: Where the fuck are you, Kash?
I type back a quick response.
ME: Main deck forward.
And I start walking. As I pass the door on the right, I hear the girl crying out from inside. I don’t even give it a second thought. I shove the door open and rush into the owner’s suite.
Cream-colored silk bedding and gold trim. The chocolate-colored drapes are open, allowing the dark water to be visible. The carpet is a crisp white. The room is fit for royalty.
The woman gets my attention. She’s in the process of trying to crawl off the king-size bed, and he’s leaning over the edge, hands around her ankles, dragging her back to him as she kicks and screams. His hand slips, ripping one of her heels off in the process.
“Fucking cunt,” the man growls. “You’ll pay for that.”
I walk up behind the Lord, gripping the back of his suit jacket, and pull him off her.
“What the fuck?” He turns to look at me, and I punch him in the face, knocking him back onto the bed before he rolls to the floor. I bend down, grab the collar of his button-down to pull his head up off the floor, and punch him again. Blood splatters across the pristine carpet. I hit him once more and feel his cheek break under my splitting knuckles.
He rolls onto his stomach and starts to crawl away. “Where are you going?” I taunt, feeling better already.
“Fucking bitch.” He groans, moving at the pace of a sloth. I clocked him pretty good.
I turn to look for something I can use and see a phone charger on the nightstand. I rip the cord from the wall and wrap it around his neck from behind over and over, then yank on it. I bend his head back at an odd angle while I plant my Tom Ford loafers on either side of his waist. He flails, hands digging, body thrashing, but he can’t get it off. I have it pulled so tight that blood runs down his neck from where it’s ripping his skin open. Once his body goes limp, I let go, and it falls to the floor.
I take a deep breath, adrenaline coursing through me, and step over his body. The girl is softly crying, huddling in the opposite corner of the room. Making my way to the en suite bathroom to wash up, I pick up the red dress off the floor and toss it to her without looking.
I might have wanted to fuck her when I first spotted her on the deck earlier, but the poor thing was almost raped. The least I can do is give her privacy.
Removing my suit jacket, I move on to the onyx-and-diamond striped Bergdorf Goodman cuff links, plucking them from my bloody sleeves. I undo my tie and the top couple of buttons on my dress shirt as well. Then I wash my hands, arms, face, and neck. Once done, I shut off the water and dry off. I pull my vibrating cell out and see I’ve missed another twenty-five messages.
I don’t even bother reading them, just type out and send.
Coming.
When I turn around, I’m startled to see the blonde standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Still very naked. I clear my throat, averting my eyes. “I gave you your dress.”
“He ripped it,” comes her soft voice.
“Here.” I pick up my suit jacket from the bathroom floor and hold it out to her, making sure to look away while she slips it on. It’s a little bloody, but better than nothing.
“Thank you,” she mumbles.
After a second, I glance up to see she has my suit jacket draped over her shoulders. It’s open down the front. It reaches her thighs and barely covers her breasts. I can see from her delicate neck, down her sternum, over her stomach and her shaved pussy. She’s got her legs crossed, but she makes no move to button it.
My eyes find hers, and she gives me a nervous smile before wiping the black mascara from her flushed cheeks. “Thank you,” she repeats.
I nod while yelling at myself. Leave, Kash. My brothers are going to kill me.
She steps into me, placing her hands on my hips, and I stiffen.
“I want to repay you.” She bites her red-painted lip nervously. Her hands move to my belt.
Fuck me.
I run a hand through my hair to keep myself from picking her up and tossing her to the floor. “I just killed a man who was going to rape you, and you want to repay me by letting me fuck you?” I want to make sure I understand where this situation is headed and that we’re both on the same page.