Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“Because you killed my brother.”
“And that’s why you’re all alone, aren’t you? Because you knew if you went after me as Agent Flint Fucking Harding, your hands are tied, and you can’t fucking kill me. You gotta give me due process, and you know there’s still a chance I’d walk away free.”*
Culo’s lips tighten as he looks at me. “See how he can’t say a word? Because it’s true. He wants to kill me. So this man and me, we’re no different, Beth. And that’s why...”
The next few seconds are a blur.
Culo grabs my hair, yanking me toward him, and that’s all it takes for Flint to snap. He lunges forward with a roar, his movements so fast and fluid that even Culo’s men are caught off guard. Flint’s fist connects with Culo’s jaw, the sound of bone hitting bone echoing through the van. Culo stumbles back, but before Flint can land another blow, two of Culo’s men are already dragging him back.
“Don’t you fucking touch her," Flint snarls, his voice raw with rage. He fights like a man possessed, his muscles straining against the men holding him back.
I can't remember feeling so helpless as I watch Culo's men shackle his wrists above his head.
And then Culo starts punching him.
Again and again and again.
Each blow lands with a sickening thud, and I can’t stop myself from screaming.
“Please! Stop, please! Please!”
And Culo actually does stop, but as soon as his eyes turn to me, I know I’ve only made it worse.
“You bitch.”
He charges towards me and slaps my face so hard that I can taste blood on my lips. “Do you know how disappointed I was to find out that you left Bucks with this asshole? Because I know you, Elizabeth. I know how pure and sweet you are. You’re my fucking angel, and that’s why I fucking know...you would never have gone with him if you didn’t trust him. And I can see it now, you bitch. You trust him in the way you never trusted me. And that’s why...”
His thumb presses against the corner of my lip, and I swallow back the urge to throw up as I watch him lick the blood off his skin.
“I need you to tell me the truth. Are you still a virgin?”
I nod...because I don’t see any reason to lie.
“Good girl. Now, one more question...and you need to think very clearly because your answer will have consequences.”
Tears have already started rolling down my cheeks, but I don't even know why I'm crying.
“Between Harding and me, who would you choose to fuck?”
Culo has clearly lost his mind. It’s as if what matters to him more now is Flint being his competition for my heart, and he no longer cares about Flint being the reason he’s forced to flee to Mexico.
“The clock is ticking, sweet Beth.”
Lie, my brain pleads with me.
If I want Flint and me to live another day—-
Lie.
It's all I have to do.
Lie.
But there’s another voice I hear.
And it’s a voice that I never heard before.
God, oh God.
Why would you ask me to do something that doesn’t make sense?
You asked for my help, child.
I just need to understand—-
No, child. What you need is to trust me.
You must trust in My love for you.
And believe that I am in control.
Do you trust Me?
"Don't keep me waiting."
Yes, I do.
And more than that, I realize now that I trust Him the most, and so I look at my captor straight in the eyes.
“C-Culo—”
Everything happens all at the same time again. I see Flint wincing, Culo’s men suddenly coughing, and their master’s face slowly turning red as a tomato.
Did I...do something wrong again?
Vengeance
FLINT KNEW HE WAS FUCKED the moment he saw Dantes start to twitch. The man was high as shit, and everyone who had experience dealing with junkies knew there was no reasoning with them in this state.
Rage simmered in his blood at the sight of Elizabeth on her knees, but he knew he’d only get them killed if he acted reckless—-
No!
It was as if something had taken over him the moment he saw Dantes grabbing a fistful of Elizabeth’s hair. Flint blacked out, violence taking over his soul, and it was only when he was in chains, watching Dantes strike Elizabeth across the face, that he snapped back to reality.
His angel was bleeding.
No, fuck, no.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
Nothing.
Except...
Help me, God.
All these years, Flint had deliberately turned his back on the promise of divine justice. He had been too proud, too hard, and too bitter. All these years, he had claimed it as his right to avenge his brother’s death.
Until now.
Because of her.
My angel.
Vengeance lost its hold on him, and he could feel himself whitening as he heard Dantes ask Elizabeth to choose between them. The question made zero fucking sense, but because Dantes was stoned out of his skull, it also made perfect sense.