Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 143253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 716(@200wpm)___ 573(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 716(@200wpm)___ 573(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
“What happened this time?” I asked Dominic as I released him. “And don’t lie.”
He brushed his arms and grunted. “That dickhead has been looking for a fight all day. He’s been in my face every chance he gets, and it’s pissing me the fuck off.”
“Come do something about it then!” Damien hollered from the other side of the room.
I grabbed Dominic when he tried to grant his twin’s request.
“Shut it!” Ryder snapped at Damien. “What the hell is your deal today?”
“This isn’t just today,” Dominic bellowed. “He’s been like this since Mom and Dad died, since he killed Trent!”
Things were silent for a moment, then Damien shrugged out of our brothers’ hold, storming out of the room and then the house.
“He’s angry about all of this happening to us,” Dominic said, his tone defeated. “He won’t say it, but I feel it whenever he looks at me. He wants me to hit him because beating himself up isn’t enough.”
Ryder placed his hands on his hips, then turned and wordlessly followed Damien out of the house.
“Dominic,” Kane said, gaining his attention. “Come and train with me. It’ll make you feel better.”
It would make him feel better, but Kane had used every free moment he had to help Dominic train. His job was no joke, and he had to be on point constantly or he could be physically hurt. He was only fifteen, so he had to take everything regarding his fighting technique seriously, and Kane knew that, which was why he was the one to help him perfect it.
Dominic looked at me with a raised brow, so I said, “I’ve got a date. Go with him.”
He nodded and left the room with Kane. I looked up at the ceiling and sighed. We were only a year into these damn jobs and already they were putting a huge strain on us. I looked at the doorway when a throat was cleared and found Jenner, one of Marco’s men, in the doorway.
“I’m to bring you to the pleasure room.”
I pulled a face. “Why?”
“That’s where your date is.” Jenner shrugged. “It’s just a location, nothing more.”
I gathered my bearings and nodded. I left the wing of the compound that housed my family, crossed the courtyard, and descended the stairs with Jenner that led to the underground pleasure room. It was where parties were held, ones that ended in an orgy in one way or the other. The journey to the room was quick, and Jenner filled me in on the man who paid for my company this evening. When I entered the room and saw a stout, balding man leaning against the wall across the room with a drinking glass in his hand, I put my game face on.
“Hello,” I said, forcing a smile. “I’m Alec ... I’m going to be your dat—”
“Plaything,” the man cut me off. “You’re going to be my plaything this evening.”
My steps sauntered as I crossed the room, and my smile fell.
“I’m sorry?”
“Come in.” The man waved. “I only have thirty minutes with you, and I intend to make every single one of them count.”
The door behind me suddenly closed, and the sound of its finality made me feel somewhat caged. I turned from the door and looked at the stout man.
“Sir,” I said, unsure of myself. “I was informed we were going on a date.”
“Well, you were informed wrong.”
I froze.
“I’ve already paid my half for my time with you, so hurry up and get over here.”
I turned, and without a word, I walked towards the door but was horrified to find it locked. I yanked on the handle, and when it became apparent the door was locked, I felt sick.
“Get on with it, Alec,” Jenner’s voice hollered from outside. “Marco’s already been paid. He told me to remind me of your family’s deal with him in case you want to leave.”
Damien.
I thumped on the door. “I was told it was a date, Jen!”
“Look.” Jenner sighed. “The quicker you fuck the creep, the quicker you can leave.”
Fuck him?
“I’m not fucking anyone, Jenner!”
Laughter flowed from behind me. “You’re right. You won’t be.”
I spun around and found a second man, taller than the stout man, but fatter and uglier.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I went half with him,” he jabbed his finger at the stout man, “to avail of your services.”
To avail of my services?
“There has to be some mistake,” I said as politely as I could. “I’m not ... I’m not a prostitute.”
“Right now, you are.”
I stared at the stout man, and sickness swirled within me.
“What’s your name?”
“Carl,” the stout man replied as he jammed his thumb at the other man, and said, “This is Lewis.”
When they looked at me expectantly, I felt tears burn at the back of my eyes. They ... they both expected me to give my body to them, and so did Marco, it seemed. I was about to turn and demand Jenner let me out of the room, but Damien’s face flashed across my mind, and I knew I couldn’t leave here without him being hurt in some way.