Beyond the Thistles (The Highlands #1) Read Online Samantha Young

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Highlands Series by Samantha Young
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
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Nathan thought that somehow meant I agreed he owned me.

Delusional asshole.

I was just biding my time until I had enough money to get Callie and me out of his orbit.

Now looking up at him, I saw the malice behind his beauty. Trying not to let it show in my expression, I stayed still in his hold and said, “I lost my job, and they’re evicting me. I need money to get up to date on my rent and to tide us over until I get a new job.”

His fingers bit into my hips as his gaze hardened. “Well, you know the answer to that. You get your ass back in my bed, and you won’t need to worry about that shit.”

“Hey!” The brunette I’d almost forgotten was there jumped off the bed and shoved Nathan away from me. “I’m right fucking here, and you’re trying to get with another girl!”

I was surprised she sounded so lucid, considering she looked like she’d been partying for days.

Nathan’s face hardened. “Bitch, shove me again and you’ll regret it.”

Her expression turned mulish. “No one treats me like shit. And that includes offering me up to one of those miscreants who was just in here.”

Miscreants?

My eyes narrowed on her. Why was she so familiar?

“Princess, you’re in my world now. You do whatever I fucking tell you to do … and right now, I’m telling you to SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

I flinched at his roar while the brunette barely moved. After a second, she spit right in Nathan’s face.

My heart plummeted.

“Nathan, no––”

The crack of his hand across her face cut me off, and the girl fell back on the bed. Suddenly, Nathan was on her, straddling her, trapping her legs.

I got a flashback.

The first time I tried to leave.

Callie, a toddler, screaming in the living room from her playpen. Nathan holding me down on the bed, unzipping his pants. To prove who owned me.

His friends had thankfully interrupted us, bursting into the apartment before he could take what he wanted. I’d left him that evening while he was out.

Pulled from the memory and back into the room, I watched in horror as he held the girl down with one hand and reached for the zipper on his pants.

“Nathan!”

He snapped his head toward me. “Want to see what you’re missing?”

“Get off me!” the girl shrieked.

His shirt rode up as he hit her again, and I spotted the gun tucked into his waistband. Moron kept his loaded gun down his pants.

Fear thrummed through me as I zeroed in on it.

I couldn’t let him …

I took a step toward the bed, but my heart sank as Nathan yanked the gun out and pressed the muzzle to the brunette’s forehead.

She stopped struggling, but glared defiantly up at him.

“That’s a good girl.”

Revulsion slithered through me.

That’s what he used to say every time I capitulated to him. He’d never gotten the chance to rape me, but he had raised his fists to me and I’d pretended so many times to forgive him. To go along with whatever he wanted for a quiet life. Until that day he’d tried to take what I didn’t want to give. That was the final straw.

“Wait for me out in the hall.” Nathan shot me a look. “We’ll talk when I’m done here.”

My eyes flew to the girl. She stared at me.

Pleading.

“I’m not leaving. I need to get back to Callie. Let the girl go.”

He sneered. “If you don’t leave, we’re gonna do this, anyway.”

“It doesn’t look like she wants to, Nathan, so let her go.”

“Do you want to?” He pressed the gun harder against her head.

And even then, she hissed, “No.”

I lunged at him. It distracted him long enough for her to bite the hand holding his gun so hard, Nathan cried out.

The rest of the scuffle was a blur. Nathan punched me in the head and stomach. But I thought between me and the brunette, we’d have the upper hand.

I don’t know who had the gun, but when it went off, pain ricocheted through my upper arm, and I screamed.

“Shit!” Nathan bellowed.

The door to the bedroom rattled, but it was locked. “Andros!”

“Fuck, I’m okay!” he yelled back, and I blinked through my red haze of pain to see the girl was on her ass against the bed, staring at me tear-streaked and wide-eyed. Nathan wrenched the gun out of her hand.

Concern wrinkled his brow as he dropped to his knees beside me. I noted he laid the gun down even as I clasped my bleeding arm with my free hand and strained away from him.

“Shit, Sloane,” he hissed, reaching for my wound. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

“She … she needs an ambulance,” the brunette whimpered.

“No fucking ambulance.” He glared at her. “I’ll take care of her. You know why? Because I actually give a shit about her. This is my kid’s mom you just fucking shot!” He stood up, stupidly forgetting about his gun. And he began punching her.



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