Darkest Before Dawn by Stevie J. Cole

Author:Stevie J. Cole [Cole, Stevie J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2016-09-18T21:00:00+00:00

20

Max

My head is spinning. I’ve lost all fucking control with her, and it is taking every ounce of man in me not to turn the hell back around and fuck her up against that damn wall. I want to mark her, taint her. I want to fucking claim her—and that is fucked up to no end.

Earl’s sitting at the table, smoking as usual. His eyes lift from the paper he’s reading. “She ’bout ready yet?” he asks, the cigarette gripped between his lips, ash falling to the floor when his lips move.

“No.” I shove past him. I’m sick of these fuckers asking the same damn question. “She’ll be ready when I fucking say she is.”

“Why ain’t she ready, Max?” he asks. I stop and slowly turn to glare at him. Anger pulsing through my veins at the thought of having to actually let her go.

“Because she isn’t.” I take a step toward him. “She had a life and it takes a hellavu lot longer to break hope than fucking desperation.” Another step. “That’s why!”

“Well, if she ain’t ready in another week or so, might as well just kill her.” He smirks, his dingy, crooked teeth showing. He reaches for his beer and I smack it out of his hands. The can hits the floor, foam spewing out. He eyes me up and down, most likely debating on how badly he’d get his ass beat if he tried to do anything to me.

“Like I said,” I say as I make my way out of the room, “she’ll be ready when I say she’s fucking ready. And we’re not killing her. I’d kill you first, you son of a bitch.”

“Almost think,” he calls from the kitchen, “that you got a little thing for that one.”

Ignoring his comment, I quickly climb the winding staircase and lock myself in my room. I pace, dragging my palms down my face. I stare at the pack of smokes on the corner of the dresser before snatching them and lighting one, puffing like a goddamn chimney on my way to the window. I grip the cigarette between my lips as I fight with the old wooden frame. It finally pops loose with a bang, squeaking as I raise it. The cold December wind whips in and my muscles tense. This is what I need, this chill. Something to bring me back to the real world, something to snap me the fuck back to what I’m supposed to be doing, but then the breeze kicks up and it lifts her feminine scent from my skin. My eyes slam shut and I inhale on a groan as I bring the smoke back to my lips. The nicotine seeps deep inside my lungs in a thick cloud.

She is going to have to leave here. Eventually—dead or alive, and right now, I am trying to decide which way is more kind. Would it be worse for her to be bartered off to some fucker or for me to kill her? I could do it without her even knowing.

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