Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Answer me.” I pop him in the mouth again. This time, he quickly retreats a few steps, but I swiftly clear the distance between us again. I grab a fistful of his hair and yank backward, treating him like the little bitch that he is.
“Ahh! Let go!” He struggles against my hold. It’s almost comical, but I’m too pissed to find anything funny.
“Answer my fucking question.”
“She’s my fiancée.” I feel a sense of anger that I’ve never felt before. That’s saying a lot since I hated my father with the deepest part of me. That roaring sound fills my head again. Fallon told me that her father was going to marry her off. There hadn't been names, but that was why she'd run that very day. That a fate with the man she was supposed to marry would be worse than death.
I'm going to make him wish he was dead.
“Wrong answer, motherfucker,” I whisper against his ear. "She's mine," I let him know before unleashing on him.
Chapter Fifteen
FALLON
This was not the fight I thought I was going to see. I watch in silence as Rich handles the man I was supposed to marry like he’s nothing more than a rag doll. Each of his blows is smooth but fierce.
“All right, we should stop him. At least I want to talk to Carl,” I hear King say.
“Can’t talk to a dead man,” West mutters. “Hopefully Rich gets some anger out on this schmuck before he returns to you.”
“Returns to you?” Willa asks. “Did you do something?”
“Guys,” I interrupt but never take my attention off Rich. All of the people who had been around the cage have now closed in on this fight. They are chanting Rich’s name over and over. “He’s going to kill him.”
I'm uncertain if I'm merely emphasizing the obvious or requesting their intervention. You can’t just kill someone. Right? I might be sheltered, but I know there are rules and laws. Especially when it’s all being witnessed by such a huge crowd. King might have control over the island, but no one has control over social media. I know that, and I have only known social media for a week!
I find myself trying to walk over to Rich but am stopped by someone. “Let her go,” King tells them, and they quickly back up to let me by. No one else tries to stop me. I cringe when I hear a crunching sound; a spray of blood hits me.
“Rich.” I let out a loud gasp. Rich’s head snaps around, his eyes darker now, a wildness to them as they lock with mine. He releases his hold on Carl, who crumbles to the concrete floor.
“Dollface.” Rich’s face softens, his whole demeanor changing in the flip of a switch. “I got blood on you.”
“Only the shirt.”
"I'm sorry." Rich runs his hands up and down me.
"I'm not." I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him down. He doesn't resist. I press my mouth against his. I can feel the tension in his body, every muscle strained.
When I slide my tongue across his lips, he lets out a groan; his hands cup my face as he deepens the kiss. Rich’s tongue slips into my mouth, stroking against mine, laying claim to me.
The kiss is sweet and slow, so unlike Rich in every other part of his life, it seems, except with me. He takes his time savoring me, and I do the same. This man is always so gentle with me, giving me a part of him reserved only for me.
Heat blooms through my whole body, and I press my chest into him, wanting to be closer. He lets out another groan but lifts his mouth from mine.
"Not here, dollface," he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I blink a few times, having forgotten we're in front of a ton of people. I almost want to laugh. I'd been so freaked out being around so many people. Then Rich was there, making me forget them all. I knew once I found him, I'd be okay.
I'm always safe with him. I know it to my core.
"Not done with him." Rich's voice drops, a cold chill to it. He tucks me into his side, and I realize he's talking to King.
"I know you're pissed."
"We're not doing this right now," Rich tells him.
"I know, I'm only letting you know I already have it all handled. Zero has been here too. He made sure no one's phone was working." King smirks, and I notice the corner of his mouth has a bruise forming.
"Who is Zero?" I find myself asking.
"A tech guy," Rich mutters. He's still pissed. The tension has returned to his body.
“How about you all head back to the house?” King suggests.
“How about you shut the fuck up for once in your damn life before I knock another smirk off your face?” Rich takes a step toward King, but I step back, which Rich follows. I place my hand on his chest to make sure he doesn’t go after him.