Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 102708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Together we declared war, “We’re yours.” In seconds, we pleaded, “Now say you’re mine.”
Isla cried out, stumbling back.
It was just too overwhelming.
We all needed a minute.
Before I said something I regretted, I left with the fire inside me. Leaving all my shit in my bedroom, I got the hell out of there.
My core seized up the longer I drove around aimlessly. It tightened all around me, producing a piercing pain I would carry with me for the rest of my life.
The guilt.
The memories.
More demons.
I battled the desire to hold her.
To tell her everything would be okay.
The worry in my heart consumed me, overshadowing any other emotion.
Next thing I knew, I was slamming my car door shut, desperately trying to shake off my unrelenting thoughts. I blared the music as loud as it would go, thumping loud and hard into my mind, mimicking the pounding of my heart and the ringing in my ears.
I was going over fifty miles per hour, pushing sixty, pissed at what I’d done. Furious for allowing it to happen. I couldn’t get away fast enough.
Not from my mind.
My actions.
My fucking life…
I flew by car after car through every intersection. My foot was heavy on the gas pedal, going faster and faster until everything I sped by was simply one big blur. I switched lanes, dodging and barely missing the vehicles in my way. Horns blared from every direction, but they didn’t stop me.
I took a sharp left onto a back street, causing my car to fishtail. My tires kicked up gravel as I took a curve.
“Motherfucker!” I roared until my throat felt raw and my chest burned. I slammed my fists into the steering wheel.
Sixty-five miles per hour…
Seventy…
Eighty…
Eighty-five…
Ninety…
Ninety-five miles per hour…
Breaking triple digits…
Another sharp turn, another curve, another hill.
Faster…
Faster…
Faster…
I needed to slow down, but I couldn’t. The adrenaline of what I wanted to feel kicked in.
The high.
I rode the euphoria, needing something, anything other than what I was feeling.
Emptiness.
Darkness.
Engulfing. Me.
Burying me alive.
Faster and faster and faster, I sped.
A hundred and ten miles per hour…
One fifteen…
She. Is. Mine.
I slammed on the brakes, skidding across the pavement and spinning out of control. Whipping around into several three-sixties, along with all our memories tossing and turning, I just held on with wide eyes.
All I could smell was rubber.
Gasoline.
Then there was silence.
No more thoughts.
Words.
Memories.
She. Is. Mine.
I sped home, rushing back to her. It was dark out now. The full moon was looming over the horizon. I couldn’t get back to her fast enough until finally I saw the road back to her.
Except, once I saw the house, it nearly knocked me on my ass.
“What the fuck did he do now?” I shouted to myself.
The place was swarmed with cops.
“Goddammit, Kraven!”
As soon as I pulled up to the drive, officers ran toward me.
“What did Kraven do now?” I yelled, watching as they surrounded me.
“Julius Knightly.” One of them grabbed my hands, pulling them behind me.
The rest played out in slow motion.
“You’re under arrest for possession with intent to sell.”
My blood ran cold.
In the blink of an eye, Isla walked outside with Kraven beside her as the officer continued. I paid him no mind, too consumed by Isla bawling her eyes out. She once again turned to Kraven for comfort, and he wrapped his arms around her.
Revenge was a dish better served cold.
The instant I locked stares with Kraven, I fucking knew…
My brother was the one who called the cops on me.
TO BE CONTINUED…