Page 48 of Ferocious Nightmare

If there was a guard out there, would he even hear me scream?

I knew Coulter was watching on the monitor.

If something happened to me, would he get here in time?

Angel licked his lips, his eyes moving over me. "Maybe this puta knows where it is."

I bristled at his words, staring him down. “I’m not a whore.”

“Not according to my information.” He laughed, the sound cruel. "You mean to tell me you've been sleeping in Coulter's room all this time and you haven't fucked him?"

What the hell was going on?I looked at Marie but her eyes were on the floor, avoiding me.

Letting her go, he moved towards me, and Marie jumped forward, rushing to Lola. The elderly man let Lola go and Marie fell to her knees as the girl jumped into her open arms.

A wave of cold washed over me as Angel drew closer. I stared him down with the same coldness.

"How do you know I've been sleeping in the same room as Mr. King?" I used Coulter's formal name to remind him that we were in King territory. That he was surrounded by our men. That if he fucked with me, he was asking for a death wish.

His sneer was back and he began to circle around me. "Oh, our little Marie must be better than I expected, if you haven't figured her out yet." He stopped, his breath washing over my ear. "Tell me, little flower, did you feel bad for poor, loveless Marie?"

I shivered from the coldness in his voice and my eyes fell on Marie, who had tears draining down her cheeks, holding the little girl tight. Lola was clinging to her mother's neck, her eyes squeezed shut, her little cheeks scrunched.

"You were using me?" I hated the croak in my voice.

Her eyes opened, and she fell to her ass, pulling her daughter into her lap. "And your intentions were a hundred percent honorable?"

My lips parted but no words came out, and I snapped my mouth shut. There was some satisfaction in her gaze but it was mixed with a sadness I myself could relate to. We were both using each other but our friendship was genuine.

We were puppets to the men running our lives, but in another life, we would have been good friends.

I pressed my lips into a firm line, looking away from her to stare at Angel. "What do you want?"

He chuckled darkly. "I want what all men want."

"And what is that?"

"Power." He paused, letting that sink in, “But I’ll settle for some pussy. With that tight outfit on, doesn’t take much to imagine you naked.”

“Oh?” I tilted my head towards him, giving him a feral grin. “Guess you can imagine my impressive bull cock, then?”

His cocky grin melted into horror and he jumped away, moving so fast I thought he’d gotten whiplash. I gave him a wolfish grin, striding towards him. “Didn’t expect that, did you? Who knows, my dick might even be bigger than yours.”

“You’re not a man.” He didn’t sound as confident as he probably wanted to be, still backing away from me.

I was suddenly tired of being played like a pawn. Of men trying to control women because they had dicks.

Of Marie, being used as a pawn, not only by the cartel, but by her own husband.

Of Nero, keeping me because he was trying to control the world around him.

Of Coulter making all the big decisions, and me going right along with him.

It was time for me to take charge of my own life. To play a bigger role in things, instead of stupid things like graffiti and befriending Marie.

Fuck all this shit.

I was going to seize my role in their world, like I should have done in the beginning.

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