Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Axe Man turns around, standing there, eyes on me.
He wears a look—one that clearly shouts he is going to ruin my fucking life just as I did his.
His jaw is pulsing now, nostrils red at the edges. He is ready to tear me to shreds.
“Stop!” I scream, digging my heels into the ground. “Leave me alone!”
Bain shoves me forward and I land on my knees and palms. I pull myself up rapidly, dashing to the corner.
This room is dark with a foul odor. The walls are a dark shade of gray. It’s cold in here.
It’s some sort of cellar, but there is absolutely nothing inside of it. Nothing but a single folding chair.
“He’s gone?” Axe Man asks, his voice gruff.
“Gone all day. Won’t be back for another six hours. Have your fucking way and don’t be fucking easy on her.” Bain sneers.
They both look at me with lust-pervaded eyes. Francesca appears moments later, touching Bain’s shoulder.
“Bain…maybe you should wait until he has another big trip. Draco will find out. She’ll tell him.”
“Not if we kill her first.”
I pant unevenly, my eyes stretching wider.
“We’ll say she got away,” he continues in Spanish. “We’ll cut the tracker out, put it somewhere for him to find later with a little bit of her blood on it. He’ll believe she cut it out and ran after the shit she pulled yesterday with Morales’ car.”
Francesca swallows hard as I back away to the corner, as if her mouth is suddenly full of cotton. Axe Man walks towards me, closing me in.
He has a sneer on his lips, one that makes me want to vomit all that I ate not too long ago. Francesca finally backs away and when I hear her steps drifting up the staircase, I want to slice her fucking throat open.
I knew that bitch couldn’t be trusted. I thought she had a good heart. Does she even love Draco? Or is she so hypnotized and owned by him that she feels nothing at all for anyone else?
Anyone that can love shouldn’t let this happen!
Then again…this is exactly what she needs to happen.
She needs me gone so she can have him all to herself again. Now that I think about it, maybe this same thing happened to the other girl. Maybe she never ran away. Maybe they teamed up and killed her so Francesca could be the only one again.
“I’ll keep watch,” Bain announces. “Make sure you hurry the fuck up—and save some of that pussy for me. I’ve been dying to get inside it.”
Axe Man’s eyes spark. “With a pretty bitch like this it shouldn’t take me long to bust a big fucking nut inside her.”
Bain grins sinisterly in my direction and then he walks out, shutting the heavy door behind him.
There is a dim light in the far corner, but other than that it becomes even darker. Axe Man stands above me, and in an instant he yanks me up and shoves me against the wall.
My legs quake uncontrollably. I search for something to use against him, but he has no weapons on him.
That is probably the price he has to pay from Draco. No weapons until he redeems himself. Well, he’s doing a terrible fucking job at trying to get within Draco’s good graces.
“I will get out of here alive,” I seethe, “and I will make sure Draco knows all about what you did to me. He’ll be pissed to know you put your cock anywhere near me.”
Axe Man chuckles and then grips the front of my cami. He rips the fabric apart with his large, ugly hands, as if it’s a sheet of paper. The sound of it seems to echo off the walls and my stomach caves in on itself.
“You think I give a fuck?” He steps back, observing my breasts. Then he reaches forward, unclasping it from the front.
When my breasts are freed, I look away, still searching for something. Anything. There is only the chair.
I could use that chair, smash his head in with it, but I have to be quick.
Axe Man shoves me against the wall as that thought runs through my mind and the back of my head hits it, dazing me.
When my body sags from the blow, he yanks my skirt down and my bare legs are instantly chilled by the exposure.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long fucking time, puta.” Bitch.
His grin is revolting. He grabs my arm and then twists me around to bend me over. I feel his hardness rubbing across my lower back.
I let him do this, but my eyes don’t move from that chair.
My vision blocks out all else but the folded seat.
My heart is thundering, and his cock pushes into my ass some more. My fingernails scrape the wall, my breaths thick as he grips the waistband of my panties and yanks viciously.