Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Oh fuck. Grace. My heart stills, and I struggle harder in my bonds. She’s still locked in the gun room without any food. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I come fully awake at the thought of Grace stuck in there, slowly starving to death, begging me to come help her. I flex against my restraints and struggle, anger flooding me, desperate to escape.
I need to go to her. My princess.
I have to save her. I can’t let her starve to death in that room. Fuck! My selfish need to keep her is going to cause her pain. I should have let her go. I know I should have. Things were going so fucking good. She loves it. And I fucking love her. I fucking know I do. I was too scared to risk her leaving me.
At least Duke is probably okay. He has his doggy door and an auto-feeding system. I know he’ll be smart enough to run if they attack my place, and he can get food and water from the feeding system. At least I didn’t get him fucked, too.
My darkness is there inside of me, raging in full force. It wants revenge against my father, while all I want is to run home and make sure Grace is safe.
“Hey!” I yell out. “Fuckers! Come in here, you fucking cunts!”
There’s silence as I continue to struggle. Eventually, I tip over the chair and crash to the ground, smashing my face against the concrete floor. Fuck! I stretch my bruised jaw, moving away from the cold unforgiving ground. I grunt and nearly lose consciousness, but manage to stay awake.
A minute later, the door opens. Someone comes inside. I can only see his feet as he walks over to me. My breaths come in quickly as adrenaline fuels my blood.
The man grabs me and lifts me back upright. I stare into his face, defiant and angry. I hope he fucking drops me. I hope he kicks the fucking chair. He needs to. I need this chair to break so I have a chance. I need to get to her. As the plan formulates in my mind, I realize who it is I’m staring at.
It’s him. The Don, Grace’s father. The man I want to kill more than anything in this world for what he did to his daughter. To my princess.
“So,” he says. “You’re the one that was holding my daughter.”
I stare at him, not saying a word.
“You’re in a pretty bad spot now, Gio,” he says. “We know all about you, you know. Have known for some time.”
“Go fuck yourself,” I practically spit at him.
I almost tell him where Grace is. I almost do, but I’m afraid of what he’ll do to her. And as sad as it sounds, my father knows she’s there. He knows what she means to me. If he ever loved me, he’d save her.
“Good. Defiant. Strong. I like that about you. I can see why my daughter is interested in you.”
I stare at him, but say nothing, even as fear strikes through my veins. “We found her locked away.” He tsks. He’s just fucking with me. He doesn’t know a fucking thing about me and Grace. I can’t give in to his games. There’s no way he has her.
“Tell me, Gio,” he says as he walks behind me. I can hear him doing something back there that sounds like clattering metal. Finally, he comes back around. He’s holding a wicked, large curved knife in his hand and he has a big smile on his face. “Tell me what you know about the Romanos.”
I stare at him and say nothing. The smile never leaves his face as he carves a cut into the meat of my thigh.
I grunt, seething through clenched teeth as the pain floods me, but I don’t cry out. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“Talk, Gio,” he says. “I wanna know everything about the Romanos and their enemies. I want names. Your father already sold you out. Your very own flesh and blood sold you out for a position in our familia. Can you imagine that?” I hold back the pain, even though I already knew it. It fucking hurts. He clucks his tongue and shakes his head. “Well, he won’t last long with us. We don’t take kindly to rats, although I do appreciate him showing me where my Grace was locked away.”
I grunt and flex against my bonds, trying to get free. Anger viciously tears through my body, and I know only violence will sate that anger. I can barely breathe at the thought of my father giving her back to him. Handing her over to a man who caused her so much pain. The betrayal of that is far greater than what he did to me.
My piece of shit father. This bastard, Grace’s father. Both men are dead. I’m going to tear them limb from limb until they’re screaming for my mercy. I won’t stop. I won’t ever stop.