“Let me go,” I plead. “Please.”
“Please? Do you think that’s how this is going to work?You’ll beg and I’ll let you go?You have no idea what your meddling cost me.It cost me a massive opportunity of a lifetime and my father.He’s dead because of you.”
I guess that means the guys did it then.They were able to kill the king.Now Jacques is blaming me. God in heaven, what am I supposed to do now?
“That’s shit. How the fuck can you say that to me?He was evil. His death is a result of that, not me.”
“You fucking bitch. Don’t even try that.Don’t. I’m pissed off Candace.I already planned to catch up with you for leading me on when I actually did like you.You would have made a nice pet to fuck for the month, and I have to admit, I still want to fuck you.But you no longer deserve my cock.” He steps closer and I step back.
What is he going to do to me?
I take bigger steps when he advances closer and try to breathe past the constriction in my lungs.
“Jacques, please let me go. I just wanted answers.I wanted to find out why my parents died.You wouldn’t have told me if I asked you outright.”
“No, you’re right. I wouldn’t.I would have fucked your brains out and you would have gone away with nothing.Nobody screws with me, and nobody plays games with me, taking me for a fucking fool and gets away with it.I’m only telling you now because it’s the end and you need to know why you’ll be punished for what you did.”
“Punished?” I back into the wall, but he grabs me.
His hand grabs around my throat and he squeezes so hard I think my head might pop.
My hands fly up to wrench his free, but I can’t get him off of me.
“Are you a whore, Candace Ricci?Little whore. You wanted to fuck me, to get close to me.Little did you realize you have to earn my cock.”
When he starts shaking me, my vision blurs.I don’t even allow the sting of being called a whore to settle in.I have bigger problems because I can’t breathe.
“Jacques,” I choke out, but his grip tightens.
“You bitch, you deserve my fists.”
I don’t get the chance to scream or try before he lands a fist right in my face.
He drops me, and I get a moment of reprieve to catch my breath.But the pain in my face makes me scream once I hit the ground.
He snarls and gets on top of me, sending another punch to my face.That takes me out.
“We’ll see what your boyfriend thinks of his angel now.”
That’s all I hear before I blackout again.