Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Food will be here soon. I would suggest you keep your mouth shut when he comes back,” Joey says, and Roberto nods in agreement before they both step out.
They leave me tied to the bed with wet hair.
Assholes.
I stay where I am all day. The kid, as I like to call him, comes in and puts food on the bed before Roberto lets me up once to use the bathroom and eat, then he ties me back up before leaving.
And here is where I have stayed the whole time.
I should have run when I had the chance.
Why did I go back?
Am I that stupid?
You can bet your bottom dollar I will not make that mistake again. If he doesn’t kill me first, that is. And everything I’ve learned about him leads me to believe that is what he plans to do.
Showing his authority, Dillan’s price for payment will be my death.
I know it.
“Do you feel like sucking cock?” I turn to find Keir walking in, pulling his jacket off and throwing it on the bottom of the bed. He undoes one button on his shirt and focuses on me. “Sailor?”
“Sure. Just let me sharpen my teeth real fast.” I smile at him, grinding my teeth.
“I see you’re still upset. I’d change that attitude if you expect to eat.”
“Fuck off!” I scream at him. He strides around to the side of the bed, cups my chin, leans over me, and bites his lip. I watch every action with how close he is.
“I’m not a man you want to piss off, lollipop.”
I try to shake my head to remove it from his grasp, but it does nothing. “I don’t fucking care.”
“You will,” he warns, stepping back and walking to his closet. “Phillip, untie Sailor so she can get dressed. We have dinner plans.”
The door opens and the young kid comes in, cuts me free, then walks out as I rub my wrists.
“If you run, you won’t live to see the morning,” he says casually, his back to me. “If you even think of stabbing me, my men will hunt you down and kill every person you ever cared about.”
“I hate you,” I seethe.
“Hate brings out the best sex, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Back to the club, so dress like a whore.”
“I’m not a damn whore.”
“You are my little whore.”
Looking for something appropriate to wear, I open my bag and search around, but I have nothing. The sexiest thing I have is what I had on when he met me, and that’s now ruined. Plus, my heels. Shit, my heels! I look for them and don’t see them anywhere. Searching under the bed, I see no sign of them.
“Phillip.”
Phillip walks in holding two bags at Keir’s call and places them on the bed. I look at the brand names on those bags and have to blink twice.
“For you, Miss, to dress for tonight.” He nods and takes his leave once again.
Quickly, I peek inside one of the bags and have to stop myself from smiling. It’s a box of shoes, and not just any shoes.
“You took my other shoes?” I ask him as I hear his footsteps approaching.
“I did. You don’t rent if you are on my arm. Now, get dressed.”
“I don’t want to be on your arm.”
“Lucky for us both your decision-making is poor, so I will handle everything from here on out because we both know mine is excellent.”
I grab hold of one of the incredibly expensive shoes and throw it at him. He laughs as it sails on by him on his way back into the closet.
Chapter Seventeen
Keir
She dresses. Finally.
If I were a normal man, I would say she takes my breath away. Because she looks absolutely stunning right now.
Blue is her color.
And those heels were worth every penny as they sit on her crossed feet in the car.
She hasn’t spoken, and I wonder who this woman is with this brazen mouth sitting next to me. I like her. A lot. More than the placid person she was before.
“Why do I have to go in there?” She peers down the alleyway and runs her hands up and down her legs.
“Because I said so.” I get out, not giving her anything more and stride to her side of the car to open the door for her. She steps out, her hands wrapping around her arms as she stands next to me.
“Are you cold?”
Sailor licks her lips and doesn’t answer as she makes her way to the entrance. The door opens, and the hostess smiles when she notices it’s me. She pulls out my red band, which means I’m not here to play, then looks to Sailor.
“Both yellow,” I tell her, and Sailor whips her head back to me, her eyes wide in anger. Not sure what she expected.
“I’m not touching anyone nor letting anyone touch me down there.”