The Broken (26 page)

D
anny’s glare had solidified my insides; I couldn’t
move. People assume if someone pulled a gun on them they would
wrestle it away and use it against the person, or they would say a
big ‘fuck you’ and accept the bullet.

We’re all
fucking heroes in the what if game, but I can tell you, I am not a
wimp, I can hold my own in a fight, I don’t shy away from conflict
and I’ll have my friends back in any situation. But when a gun is
pointed at you by a mad man you revert back to being a little boy.
Your body seizes, fear holds you hostage, your life flashes before
your eyes and you start preying that you will get to see the people
you love again, even if there are only two of them.

I might be a go
lucky man whore but I’m still a person. I have wants and ambitions.
I don’t want to die for no other reason than someone going of the
deep end. I want to live, experience life. You run scenarios
through your head; maybe if I kicked his legs out from under him?
Maybe if I try to communicate with him? Maybe if I beg? But for me,
my body wouldn’t comply with any of these things. I was in shock!
My best friend’s girl, my friend River was holding her dead
brother, a man I had shared beers with and her crazy ass boyfriend,
who fucking hated me was talking about me and Meadow like we were
an item while holding a gun on me.

……
Then he
shot me……

So every person
that says they would do this or that, live in my motherfucking
shoes. You don’t know what you would do or how it will change you,
until you’re looking down the barrel of a gun with a crazy mother
fucker holding the trigger.

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I want to start
with a huge THANK YOU to Dirty Hoe’s book blog for giving me my
first review, I almost cried hehe. For loving the story and giving
me amazing support. For hosting the Blog tour, you girls really
went all out and there isn’t enough I can say to tell you how
grateful I am.

To my wonderful
beta readers, I really got lucky with you ladies, Christina,
Stephanie, Nikki, Tara, Leah, Penny. To Steph Lewis my hard core
beta and Kim Brown, Vikki Ryan, you girls are awesome. Thank you
for loving this story.

Thank you to
Kyra Lennon for editing The Broken, you did amazing job!.

To black
firefly for all the support.

Thank you to my
mum for her support. My family for me ignoring them to lose myself
with Sammy and River.

To all the
blogs that support indie authors, you guys rock. To rockers &
bikers romance page, although this isn’t about rock stars, Donna
you’ve been really supportive and a friend thank you. A big thanks
to Fictional mens room for book ho’s, everyone in this group are
amazing and supportive and kept me sane these last weeks before
publishing.

Thank you to
Ari from Cover it! Designs. You did an incredible job helping me
with the perfect cover. You’re crazy talented.

D.H Sidebottom
for just being on my wave length and letting me ask you questions,
I love your characters and books, you’re awesome.

Pepper Winters
for just being lovely, answering my questions and being supportive,
I adored Tears of Tess you’re an amazing writer.

To all the
Authors that inspire me and the passionate readers who loved the
teasers and couldn’t wait to devour The Broken. This is a dream
come true thank you everyone who has been a part of it.

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T
hree little words.

If anyone asked
what I was most afraid of, what terrified me, stole my breath, and
made my life flicker before my eyes, I would say three little
words.

How could my
perfect life plummet so far into hell?

How could my
love for Brax twist so far into unfixable?

The black musty
hood over my head suffocated my thoughts, and I sat with hands
bound behind my back. Twine rubbed my wrists with hungry stringed
teeth, ready to bleed me dry in this new existence.

Noise.

The cargo door
of the airplane opened and footsteps thudded toward us. My senses
were dulled, muted by the black hood; my mind ran amok with
terror-filled images. Would I be raped? Mutilated? Would I ever see
Brax again?

Male voices
argued, and someone wrenched my arm upright. I flinched, crying
out, earning a fist to my belly.

Tears streamed
down my face. The first tears I shed, but definitely not the
last.

This was my new
future. Fate threw me to the bastards of Hades.

“That one.”

My stomach
twisted, threatening to evict empty contents. Oh, God.

Three little
words:

I was
sold.