Page 22 of Deadly Sweet

“I swear to god, if I’m in some kind of shipping container on a boat in the middle of the fucking ocean, I’m going to slaughter every person aboard this ship,” I growl, pushing at the wall.

It gives way, and I tumble forward.

Groaning, I push my body into a sitting position and open my eyes.

I let out a disbelieving laugh. “Well, fuck me good and call me a donkey. I really wasn’t dreaming?”

Jumping to my feet with a massive grin on my face, I look around and remember where I’m at and everything that happened the night before.

Was it all real? Getting rescued and leaving that life of hell behind.

“Eat a bag of dicks, Corbin.” I laugh. “I hope that Russian dude you sold me to gets pissed off and slits your throat.” I frown. “Wait, no. I want to do that for myself. Scratch that. I hope he at least kicks your ass. I’d pay good money to see you cry like a little bitch.” I laugh to myself.

Then, I realize the light illuminating the room isn’t from the bedroom light. Pure excitement floods my body, and I run across the room to the window.

Ripping the curtains open, I let out a sob, my hand going to my mouth.

The sun. It’s the mother fucking sun!

I smile as tears fall down my cheeks. My eyes dart around, trying to take everything in. I can see buildings, a few trees... the outside world.

But it’s the bright sunshine that has me sobbing like a little baby.

Taking off, I run out of the room, not bothering to put anything on my feet.

I toss the door open, not wasting any time closing it, and head for the stairs. I take them two at a time.

“Savvy?” Duchess asks. “What's wrong?” She sounds concerned, but I ignore her, running for the door we came in through last night.

She calls after me as I pull it open and race down the hall towards the exit.

With each step closer, my heart beats faster. I don’t stop, trembling hands making quick work of the locks.

Grabbing the handle, I yank the door open and rush outside.

Stumbling to a stop, I take in heaving breaths of fresh air and cry harder.

“Savannah!” Duchess’s frantic voice has my eyes snapping over to her. “What's going on? Are you okay?”

“Okay? I’m better than okay. Duchess, it’s the sun!” I laugh like a crazy person, grinning from ear to ear. I raise my hands above my head and close my eyes, angling my face up to feel the warmth of the sunshine. “The mother-fucking sun!”

Opening my eyes, I find her closer to me. I rush over to her, not caring about the little stones poking at my bare feet.

I grab her shoulders and shake her. “This is amazing! The sun. It’s the sun.”

I repeat over and over again, laughing and sighing happily, just overwhelmed in all the good ways.

“Yeah, Savvy.” She smiles.Are those tears in her eyes? Is she crying?Maybe she enjoys the sun as much as I do. Because right now, big, fat, happy tears are sliding down my cheeks. “The sun is pretty amazing, isn’t it?”

“The best,” I whisper, looking up. “Oh fuck.” I groan, snapping my eyes closed. “And bright. I think I’m blind.”

Duchess laughs. “How about we refrain from staring at the sun. Unless you wanna go blind.”

“Good point.” I grin. “Can’t see the life drain from my enemy’s eyes if I’m blind.”

She laughs harder. “I like your mindset, Savvy.”

“Thanks.” I give her a beaming smile.

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