Beast (Beast & Beauty #1) Read Online Clarissa Wild

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Beast & Beauty Series by Clarissa Wild
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
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His eyes almost bulge out of his face. “I haven’t seen him in days. What do you want with him?”

Hm. And here I thought this was a good lead.

I hold my knife across his neck. “Tell me his location.”

“I don’t know! I swear, I don’t know!” the guy yelps.

“I won’t hesitate,” I growl. “Your life means nothing.”

“Please, I swear on my fucking life, I don’t know where he is,” the man says.

“But you spoke with him, didn’t you?” I push the knife into his neck. “Tell me the truth!”

Sweat drops roll down his cheeks. “Okay, okay, yes, we talked on the phone. But he didn’t tell me where he was or what he was doing.”

I shove the knife farther until blood oozes down his neck. “What did you talk about?”

“Money!” he gasps, whimpering as tears form in his eyes. “But I don’t have it anymore. I already paid off my own debts with Lex. I couldn’t give him anything, and even if I could, I wouldn’t.”

My nostrils flare. Not good. I need to know where he is. I don’t give a damn about any kind of payment. That’s not what I was sent here to do.

“Please, take it all. Whatever Lex wants, he can have it,” the man mutters.

I know he’s lying. I can tell from the way his lips twitch and his eyes search for anything in this room to grab ahold of, even when he’s tied to a chair.

“You do know where he is,” I mutter.

The guy shakes his head. “He didn’t tell me where he was going.”

“But you know where he was when he called you,” I retort.

The guy starts to shiver in his seat from the adrenaline when I reach for his phone and take it out of his pocket. If he won’t tell me what really went down, I’ll check myself.

I open the message app and search through his messages until I find Blom’s name. They talked a few times, mostly about the cash Blom owed, and this guy not wanting to help him out in any way, even though Blom kept telling him he owed him something.

None of it matters.

Because right there, in the messages, is a current location.

And the following message is Blom telling this guy he’s moving hideouts … but without revealing his location.

Fuck.

I hold the phone so tightly the glass breaks in my hand.

“I need to know where he is now,” I say through gritted teeth.

But the man in the chair merely whimpers and shakes his head.

I won’t get anything useful out of him.

“Please,” the guy mutters as I lift my knife.

But I don’t play nice.

And I definitely don’t do mercy.

I slice through his neck with no remorse. He oozes blood and gurgles it up, but it doesn’t faze me the least bit. He knew there was a price to pay for doing business with Blom and De Vos. This is the consequence of thinking you’re too rich to be touched.

After a while, the man slumps in the chair.

I tuck his phone into my pocket along with my knife and then rip off a piece of his shirt, which I use to hold the cut-off finger so it doesn’t bleed all over me.

I leave him there and march out the door of his house, where a van is waiting for me. Inside, a woman wails the moment she spots me.

She fights her way out of the hands of my owner’s guards and jumps out of the van. “Where’s Tom? What did you do with him?”

As I approach her, I hold up the bloody finger, and she begins to weep like a siren, collapsing underneath her own weight.

I go to my knees in front of her and grab her chin so she looks up at me through tearstained eyes. “Tell Blom we have his daughter.”

“What?” she mutters as I get up and walk to the van. “But I don’t know who that is. My husband never told me wha—”

I close the door before she can say anything else. I’m tired of listening to liars.

Besides, I can’t even remotely appear to care.

My owner is always watching.

The van drives off, leaving the woman behind. None of us speak. It’s not required. We all know what kind of business we’re a part of. Some people play the game and win … others lose.

And I don’t intend to be one of them.

My fist tightens.

Whatever it costs me, I will pay the price because freedom is worth it all.

When I get back to the mansion, no guards are standing watch. I kick open the office door, only to find my owner discussing with a young, crazy-looking guy with dark hair and a feather earring. I rarely ever see him.

But I know he’s my owner’s son.

They both look at me like I interrupted an important conversation.

“Oh. Look who’s out of his cage,” his son, Luca, jests, turning to face me with a smirk on his face. “Beast. Enjoyed your time out?”



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