Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
I’m really fucking doing this. I’m going to be Santino’s wife.
The thought sent shivers up my spine, and I felt my whole body flush with warmth.
Any doubts vanished from my mind, as if they never existed. That was the distant past. It was the future that mattered now.
My heart pounded in my chest.
“Is this the one?” I did a slow turn. The gown flowed and twisted, swirling around me in a flurry of grace and beauty.
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine I would be doing something like this.
But will Santino like it too?
Breathing in and out, I strolled over to the door, unlocked the knob, and opened it.
No.
Gypsy loomed menacingly on the other side of the door. Blood dripped from his hands.
Terror shot through me like a bolt of lightning.
Fast, I sprinted for the table, desperate for my guns, but he moved too quickly, catching me before I could move more than three feet.
I fought against his hold and screamed.
He clamped his hand over my mouth and dragged me away from the door. That was when I caught my dead guards laying on the floor with their throats sliced.
“Nice dress.” Gypsy used his foot to shut the door.
It slammed shut.
I screamed behind his hand, but it was muffled.
A knock sounded.
Gypsy gripped me tighter. “Come in.”
The door opened. A long-haired man ducked his head in. “We’ve got all the women duct taped and tied up.”
“The guards in front of the store?”
“Dead.”
Panic seized my heart.
“Good work. Stay outside the door.”
“Okay, boss.” The man left and closed the door.
Fuck this.
I frantically jerked my body, desperately trying to break free of his iron grip. In a final, desperate attempt, I lashed out with all my strength and kicked him square in the shin.
“Shit!” His grasp slackened momentarily, allowing me to pull back and punch him in the chest.
He exhaled sharply, his body going limp for a moment before he quickly recovered, grabbing me by the arm and yanking me back to him. My body pressed hard against his chest.
“You fucking asshole!” I pounded one fist at his arm, but my blows had no effect.
He gazed down and licked his lips. “I love it when you fight back.”
“Good, then let me go so I can fight you some more.”
“Okay, Kash.” He hurled me across the room. The force of his throw knocked my breath away.
Screams ripped from my throat as I slammed into the silver drapes. They fell down around me.
Desperately, I struggled to regain my footing, all the while hindered by the cumbersome white gown that kept tangling around my legs.
Once I recovered, I looked his way.
I glanced towards him and saw the glint of a steel knife in his hand.
Oh fuck.
My heart sank.
I gazed at my guns that lay on the table behind him.
God, please let me get to them. Please.
“I told you to truly think about the decision.” Gypsy sneered. “That gown tells me that you chose wrong.”
“Gypsy, you have to move on and let me go.”
“Is it that easy for you?”
“It’s been years.”
“Yet, still I miss you.” Rage blazed in his eyes. “But do you miss me?”
“Put the knife away and leave.”
He yelled, “Do you miss me?!”
I trembled. “Y-yes.”
“Yes?”
“Sure.”
“Then, come here.”
“Put the knife down.”
“Are you scared that I would hurt you?”
“Yes.”
“You really think I could?”
I edged back. “Yes.”
“Why him, Kash?”
My bottom lip quivered.
“Answer me!”
“Gypsy, please don’t do this.”
Fast, he charged towards me.
I quickly drove my fist into his jaw and felt the reverberation of pain in my fingers.
His head jerked back wildly.
I twisted around him and raced for the table.
He grabbed me by the hair and yanked me down to the floor with brutal force. My scalp burned form his tight grasp. The gown tangled along my legs.
My heart boomed in my ears.
Still holding me by my hair, he kneeled on the ground and hovered over me. “What was that, Kash? One would think that you are trying to get away from me.”
“Gypsy, please.” My voice trembled. “This isn’t you.”
“How would you know?” He lowered the knife and placed the sharp blade against my throat.
I shivered in fear, knowing he could take my life in seconds.
God, help me.
“You’ve been avoiding me all these years. You think I’m stupid?”
“N-no.”
“How long have you known this guy?”
“Gypsy, don’t hurt me. If you really loved me you wouldn’t do this.”
He slipped the blade down to my cleavage.
Terror vibrated through me as I felt the cold steel against my skin.
His voice was low and menacing. “How long have you known him?”
My breath came in short, ragged gasps. “Don’t hurt me, Gypsy.”
“Not long. Right?” He slid the knife down to the top of my gown and began slicing it. “That is okay.”
“What are you doing?”
“I have plans for you.” He cut more of the gown’s bodice and exposed my bra. “By the time I’m done, you’ll be the old Kash that I remember, but obedient.”