WRECKED: GODS OF CHAOS MC, BOOK FOUR Read Online Free PDF

didn’t have a choice but to agree to giving Royce a new face. I know for a fact how convincing it can be to have Royce’s goon’s guns shoved in your face or enduring Royce’s other threats.
    My dad faked our deaths to try to save us from Royce.
    I could even forgive him for blowing up our house, the house that contained every single memento and possession of my late mother.
    Those things were forgivable, understandable, even if they were painful.
    But he’d gone against my wishes, ignored my pleas, and that’s what I couldn’t forgive.
    My father thought changing my face would give me a chance at a new life. He’d planned to make changes to his own appearance afterwards, because he knew Royce and his men would keep looking for us.
    Instead, in his death, my father had accomplished nothing but imprisoning me in this unnatural flesh after I’d begged him not to do it. He’d waited till I was sleeping before putting me under and demolishing my face and my past in an instant.
    I’d never forgive him for that - not ever.
    Before he could get me away, Royce found us. My father was dead before I ever woke up. And once I did, all I had was Royce.
    Royce was the one who explained everything to me, told me he’d killed my father. He was the one who unwrapped the bandages, who unveiled my hideous new face.
    And, in his sick twisted way of thinking, Royce made damn sure he was the only person who’d ever touched it after that.
    My father had done this to me. How could I ever forgive that?
    I wrapped a towel around my head, tearing my eyes from my reflection and pushed thoughts of him away. They hurt entirely too much. Besides, there was no time to think of such things. I needed now, more than ever, to keep my cool, not rock the boat, and make Royce and Travis think that I was as submissive and complacent as that scared seventeen year old.
    I shuddered to think what might happen if he found out what I had planned. I’d be killed in an instant. Probably taken to Royce’s stupid island and thrown in that goddamned tank of illegal piranhas that Royce was so proud of keeping there. I’d be disposed of completely, my absence easily explainable.
    A picture from the past flashed in my head - the one thing that had kept me in line all these years, despite his threats of death. Death seemed like a sweet escape for me, but Royce had threatened to kill the one person I loved. Unfortunately, that was one part of my plan that I had no control over.
    I could only hope that I’d waited long enough and that wherever Jesse was today, he was far enough away that Royce couldn’t touch him, because I was putting his very life in jeopardy, even if he didn’t even know it. I just couldn't think about that now, though.
    I’d taken the first step. Now, I needed to pack a small bag and wait. In just a few days, this whole thing could be over. At least, for me.
    I was determined to help the others as fast as I could, but I had to get out of here to be able to do anything for them.
    The lady on the phone sounded like a real-life angel. Her confidence was comforting and all I could do was hope I’d adequately stressed Royce’s power and evilness to her.
    It was a complete shot in the dark calling them anyway, but it was all I had. I had only discovered their existence by a chance encounter with another angel in the bathroom of a news station a few weeks ago.
    Royce always used me as a prop, as his perfectly obedient trophy wife, but only when appropriate and necessary.
    Apparently, a news segment featuring his five million dollar donation to Doernbecher’s Children’s Hospital was a necessary reason for allowing me out of his luxury dungeon. He’d insisted on choosing my outfit and approving my makeup, before ushering me to the KATU news station offices. I was forced to sit next to him, cross my legs perfectly, and smile and nod as he was profusely praised and admired by people that were just as plastic as he was.
    Or, so I thought.
    Later,