WRECKED: GODS OF CHAOS MC, BOOK FOUR Read Free

planned, and dangerous.
    My plan required one thing, above all: that I not underestimate the ruthlessness of my husband.
    Husband. God, how I hated that word! I hated that I was Mrs. Royce Randolph the Third. That fact alone disgusted me and I did my best to say it out loud as little as possible. If Royce ever noticed, he never mentioned it.
    Not like he cared what I thought, or felt, for that matter. In fact, the only thing in the entire world that Royce cared about was himself. His money came a close second. After that, everything and everyone else was disposable. If he was displeased, he’d get rid of whatever the source was and replace it with something new and improved.
    That was his attitude with everything in life. Companies, houses, yachts, friends, employees, servants, women - all just tools to make Royce’s life worthwhile, but certainly nothing was irreplaceable.
    If only he thought that way about me , I thought, sighing out loud before catching myself. I’d been wishing for years that he would suddenly tire of me being around, that he would get bored with my obvious disdain for him, but no. I was some sick pet possession of his. ‘ Sick ’ being the most important word there.
    Without a doubt, Royce was the sickest person I’d ever known. Not that I’d really known a lot, since he’d been keeping me under his thumb since I was seventeen, but I knew sick when I saw it.
    Sure, Royce was selfish, ruthless, and shallow. But his real personality was a lot darker than that. I knew right away that he was a horrible person, but as the years unfolded, I slowly discovered that I wasn’t just dealing with an ordinary bad man.
    I was tied to a monster.
    A monster of the worst kind - a predatory, evil, satanic beast.
    It was far from easy. I went through every emotion at first, fighting him tooth and nail every step of the way, but slowly, I learned my most important lesson the hard way. Not only did I need to make sure I didn’t underestimate his power, his reach, his complete lack of humanity - but to defeat him, I had to become a monster myself.
    So, here we were.
    Two monsters, sharing a cold, yet civil dinner, languishing in a silent, simmering hate for one another.
    The ruler and the prisoner, circling around each other in a fucked-up dance filled with secret messages and subtle nuances that formed our marital union of hate and possession.
    My body was sitting here, but my mind was where it often was - imagining the demise of Royce the Ruler. Be it at my hand or not, I didn’t care - I just wanted him dead.
    At this point, I didn’t believe in wishes or luck. I’d come to understand that the only thing that could change my situation was action. And I knew there was nobody else out there that was looking for me, so that action was up to me.
    I may not have had a say in how I got here, but I was determined I wasn’t going to let it continue.
    I only have one life and nobody else is going to save it for me.
    I have to save myself. Somehow, someway, I have to get out of this man’s clutches.
    I knew leaving was going to be putting myself in grave danger. I knew I might not make it out alive.
    But I have to try. This nightmare I’m swimming in is no life at all. Being dead would be better than staying here. The risk to leave is worth my life.
    But if I lived and Royce died instead?
    Well, then maybe I’d start to believe in luck after all.
    Royce loved his own voice almost as much as he loved his face, and as he kept rattling on, I couldn’t help but remember how it all started, the first time I met this hideous human. I’ve had so many horrible moments since then, but somehow this one seems to slice through me the deepest.
    The tiniest flicker of light danced in my vision like a pinhole to another universe. I willed myself towards it, swimming through the heavy darkness, resisting the pull to sink back into it. My eyes fluttered, a soft moan drifting in my ears. Was that me?
    My eyes opened, the light