Hate Me (Collateral Book 1) by LP Lovell

Author:LP Lovell [Lovell, LP]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ARC COPY - NOT FOR SALE OR DISTRIBUTION
Published: 2018-02-24T16:00:00+00:00

Seventeen

Rafael

I stand below the overpass, the hum of traffic a constant above us. Samuel is beside me, his arms folded over his chest as we watch the two guys in front of us heave on a rope, winching a body into the air by its ankles—the last of the Eight. The eight men Dominges hired. I’m sending a message to him. I’m Rafael D’Cruze, and this is what fucking happens when you cross me. The street lights above cast an orange glow over the bloodied bodies, making the scene all the more grizzly. Their arms hang limply, dangling and dripping blood onto the dusty concrete far below. I’m not usually one for theatrics but Dominges just declared war, and I’m making it known that I’m willing to go head to head with him. I glance at the body on the far right, gently swaying in the warm breeze, the neat bullet hole in his forehead. I can still feel the set of Anna’s body against mine, so full of determination. I expected her to be horrified, to cry or maybe run out of that bloodstained basement but no. She embraced it, took that gun from my hands with barely a trace of hesitation. I saw something inside her rise to meet the challenge, and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride in the little Russian. I could feel that rage I so often see in her eyes pushing to the surface, like invisible fingers luring her to pull the trigger.

She’s always had this cold distance to her, but what I took for broken suddenly seemed so beautifully ruthless when armed with a gun. Anna Vasiliev has every reason to be a mess, but she’s so fucking strong, and at that moment, I saw her in all her perfectly ruined glory. My little bird is, in fact, a little warrior.

She made my dick so hard, and I wanted to fuck her right there amongst the blood and the violence. I’m not sure if that makes me a sick fucker for getting hard over killing a guy, or over a girl who’s spent her life being forced to fuck men.

My phone rings, and I take it from my pocket, exhaling a breath when I see Nero’s name on the screen. I turn my back and answer it. “Yeah?”

“How is it going?” he asks in a clipped voice.

“Fine.”

“So she’s okay?” I have to laugh at that. “Something funny?”

“I’m not sure she’ll ever be ‘okay’.” I shake my head. How can she be after what she’s suffered?

There’s a beat of silence, the creak of an office chair. “Well, she needs to be.”

I snort. “The girl has been a sex slave for….how long was she in there?” He seems to know things about her I’m sure she doesn’t even know.

He clears his throat. “Nine years.”

“Nine…” I try to work that out. She barely looks eighteen.

“She was sold at thirteen.”

Fucking hell. I drag a hand through my hair, fighting rage and sheer fucking despair at the thought of a thirteen-year-old Anna being taken and raped.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.