Twisted Perception (Flawed #2) (20 page)
I think I’ve loved her from the minute I saw her in that alley, so strong, and so different. I’ve never encountered someone like her, so fierce, so driven, so scary. That describes her all wrapped into one neat package.
One day I will make her mine forever, claim her in every way possible, but for now I will bide my time and enjoy every second that she gives me. Even if I end up with an arrow in my ass at the end, it will be worth it.
She
is worth it.
Our story isn’t over, it will never be. This is just the beginning of our crazy train, and we are riding it all the way to the next station.
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Love
T.L Smith x
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Prologue
“How long do you think this gringa will last?” The heavy Mexican accent invaded my throbbing head. “I give her two days.”
“That’s two days longer than your mama, puto,” said another man, his snide remark encouraging sniggers from the others.
“Eh, fuck you puto! My mama is a saint, don’t talk about her like that.” Still bitter over the insult, the first man fired off a rapid string of Spanish insults which only incited more jeering and laughter from the others.
“As if I would date your mama, bro. I got some hot mamasita rolling around my bed every night showing off her moves and sexy body.”
“Oh yeah, puto?” The offended man sounded skeptical. “Who? What’s her name?”
“You know her,” the other said, antagonistically.
“Don’t game me, bro. Who is it? I bet it’s that regordete chica from the east barrio.”
“Nah, bro. My girl, she not fat. Curves to die for, you know what I’m sayin’? Smooth skin, ripe plump breasts...”
“Mierda, puto. You couldn’t pull anyone, even regordete.”
“True bro, ask your sister.”
“My sister?”
There was a brief pause while the man slowly comprehended the words then the air erupted once again. “The fuck you talk ‘bout my family like that? Watch your back, culo!” the insulted man threatened. Clearly, he was not entertained.
“Your wife does that for me.” The response brought more snorting and mocking from the group of morons surrounding me.
“You’re dead to me, bro!”
Of course I couldn’t see who these men were – not that I cared to. I was living in a blackened world courtesy of a hood over my head, its itchy fabric grating against my sweaty, irritated skin. A noxious smell – a combination of stale alcohol, urine and sweat – filled my nostrils and burned my lungs with each breath.
While the men around me continued their crude banter, insulting each member of the others family, I tried in vain to ease the relentless pounding in my head. The restraints around my wrists and ankles prevented any movement. Pins and needles ran a vicious circuit through my limbs and I hated myself for bringing the aggravated sensations to life.
The vehicle took a sudden swerve to the right, causing my body to roll twice on the floor and onto the feet of my captives.
“Eh, what the fuck, coño! Keep it on the road before you kill us all.”
“Fuck you!” sounded a pissed off voice from the front.
“No, fuck you, puto. How fucking hard is it to drive?”
“Get the hell off me,” said the same irate voice. A vicious booted kick smashed with precision into my back between ribs and my retrained hands, sending me rolling off the man’s foot. The unexpected assault left me gasping and coughing desperately for air and in the background above the noise of the engine, I could hear someone tell me to shut up.
Heat radiated through the floor of the van, causing sweat to layer and drip down my body. My mouth was parched, leaving me practically begging my saliva glands to produce some moisture yet my tongue remained as dry as desert soil. After a few moments of intense concentration, I deduced the range of heavily-accented voices belonged to at least four men who surrounded me plus one or two in the front.
Abruptly, the conversation came to a halt and I could feel their curious gazes on me. My heart pounded painfully in my chest, a dull ache seizing my body. Too afraid to move again in case my attacker felt compelled to deliver another blow, I remained perfectly still while trying to send my mind back to what I had been doing before this nightmare began.
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