Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
He grabbed her hair and pulled until she let out a cry. This did hurt.
“Let’s get something straight, little girl, you want my silence, you want me to keep all of your club’s secrets ... a secret, then you keep paying me. Otherwise, everything I know is up for sale. Now, get your skank ass out of here, because if I could use you, I would.” And with that, he shoved her to the floor.
The floor was dirty. Her clothes were filthy, just like they had been so many times when she was a kid. The stench seemed to waft up into her nostrils, and it was like it stayed firmly attached with no way of her making an escape. She was drowning in it, and she hated every second. The stench was disgusting.
Scrambling out of the house, she took a deep breath but couldn’t get too far before she bent forward, and with hands on her knees, she threw up everything she had eaten that day. Whenever she had to come here, she didn’t eat, as it always spoiled her appetite.
She put a hand to her stomach and tried to settle her nerves. The moment she did so, she looked up, and there was a beacon of hope—a shovel leaning against the side of the house. She stared at it for several seconds. There was a way to stop all of this.
Daisy didn’t think, she walked over to the shovel and threw her bag to the ground. It was time to end this. Her piece of shit father was never going to hurt her family. She was not going to allow him to do anything to her parents, or to ruin the life she had with them.
No one would miss him. No one liked him.
She opened the door, and he was already sitting at his table counting the money, with his back to her.
Daisy slammed the shovel around the back of his head. Pulling back, she did it again, and again, and again, until his head was no longer recognizable.
She gasped as she suddenly realized what she had just done, and then turned, wanting to run, only she came face to face with Anthony. She still held the shovel. She looked into Anthony’s eyes and expected to see fear, disgust, anger, something that would make her feel anything.
Only, Anthony looked toward the body of her dead father, and he reached for the shovel. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Anthony, you cannot do that. I need to take care of this. Oh, no, everyone is going to know.”
“No,” Anthony said. He caught hold of her face and forced her to look at him. “Look at me.”
It was strange, but the moment he touched her, it was like her panic went right out the window.
Anthony had blue eyes. The most intense and sexy blue eyes. They reminded her of the ocean, or at least how she once imagined the ocean would have looked. When she first met Anthony, and for many years after, she had never seen the ocean, until Lacey and Whizz had finally taken them away for a short time.
It was then she came to realize that Anthony’s eyes were so much better than any ocean. Staring at the water didn’t make her feel calm. Anthony did. He always did, even now.
“You were not here. Your father was cleaning one of his guns and it went off, that is all anyone is going to know. You weren’t here, and if anyone asks, I was here. I took care of it.”
“But you didn’t do anything.”
“I did. I killed him.” He looked at her and then nodded. She glanced down her body and saw that her shirt was covered in blood. “Give it to me.”
“Anthony, I cannot let you do this.”
“You are going to let me, and only you and I will know the truth.”
She knew she should fight him, but one glance back at the mess, and she could not deny that this scared the crap out of her. Removing her shirt was easy, she had a sleeveless tank top underneath. Anthony took it. He gave her another look up and down, then he nodded toward the door.
She didn’t want to run away, but she followed Anthony’s words and quickly made her way out of the house. She took off, running as fast as she could, the moment she cleared the gate.
Daisy didn’t know where she was going, but she somehow made it to her home, and there was no one there. This was a miracle in itself, as she was used to at least Lacey being home. Lacey and Whizz prided themselves on being home at all times, or at least one of them.
She ran upstairs and went into her bedroom, slamming and locking the door. She didn’t know why she locked the door. Rushing to her en-suite bathroom, she tore out of her clothes and stepped under the spray of the shower. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, allowing the spray to hit her body. The warmth flooded her, and she tilted her head back, allowing it to take over. The water was so hot, it turned her skin a bright red. After several minutes of the scalding heat, she slowly turned it down until it was normal again.