J - DEFIANT

Defiant is the 2nd book in the American Street Kings Series.

If you havent yet read Depraved, you can grab your copy here.

This is a dark MC novel that contains scenes that might offend sensitive readers.

Are you ready?

Alyx

I lost track of time. Amazing how time no longer existed the moment you decided to not care about anything anymore. When your mind was vacant and your body numb, time lost its hold on you. Not even the tick of the clock could keep you anchored, stopping you from drifting away into the void of nothingness, a place where minutes felt like seconds, and seconds felt like hours. Days passed without a sun or a moon, without a beginning or an end, just like the hell I had stumbled into. There was no past, no present, and no future. There was only this, a state of mindlessness where nothing mattered anymore.

It no longer mattered that I had been under the devils spell for so long.

It no longer mattered that I allowed the devil to seduce me.

It no longer mattered that the devil let a life bleed out because of me.

Nothing. Mattered.

Every breath I took no longer mattered.

Every beat of my heart no longer mattered.

Nothing. Mattered. Not even him. Especially him.

1

Alyx

My eyes fluttered, wanting to open, but I willed them not to. The pain was too much. I could feel it burn all the way through my spine, my skin slowly turning to ash.

I had no idea where I was, and I didnt care. All I remembered was being scooped up from the floor by the cold arms of the devil, then carried out while the world around me blurred with my own tears.

I didnt feel anything. The last time I looked into the green eyes of the devil, it was also the last time I felt something. It was his words that paralyzed me, killing everything I needed to feel human. While he carried me, the icy chill of his presence spread throughout my body. But he no longer scared me. Burning in hell with him no longer frightened me. Maybe I deserved the flames. Maybe I deserved to be turned into nothing but ash. A life was lost because of me, because of the devils obsession with me. Maybe my life should have been lost as well, a way to atone for what my existence had caused. It would only be fair.

But fair no longer mattered.

My eyelids twitched, and the urge to open them was stronger than before. The flames burning my skin went from searing to raging, and my body felt heavy, as if gravity was trying to pull me toward it, twisting and yanking, yet I couldnt move.

Everything ached. There was so much pain I couldnt pinpoint where it stemmed from. It was everywhere, penetrating deep into the marrow of my bones.

Something wet trickled from the corner of my eye and down my nose until it disappeared. Was that a tear? Was I crying?

Finally, the urge to open my eyes proved too strong, so I opened them. At first, everything was blurry, hazy, one bright sight of white. But when I tried to wipe my eyes, I couldnt move my arm. Every limb felt like dead weight, the pain becoming stronger by the second.

I moved my lips, wanting to ask where I was, but my mouth was taped shut. I couldnt talk. I couldnt move. What the hell was happening? All I managed were a few moaning sounds vibrating up my throat.

A few blinks later, my vision became clearer, but I still couldnt figure out what was going on. Then I noticed a bright pool of crimson below me. Blood. My blood. I could see drops dripping down from where I was, joining the pool on the floor.

Oh, God.

I lifted my head, but I couldnt see behind me. Something was keeping me trapped, making it almost impossible to move.

Desperate to figure out what was going on, I moved my head from side to side. But everything was white. The walls, the floor. The only color was that of the blood on the tiles.

I wanted to scream but made nothing but muffled noises.

There she is.

The voice startled me, my body numb except for the pain still burning across my flesh.

I jerked my head back and forth, trying to find the voice. Something rattled above me, a clanging noise of complaining chains. Jesus Christ. Where the fuck was I?

You seem comfortable up thereballerina girl.

Oh, my God. I didnt recognize the voice. Where was I? Who took me?

Fear gripped my spine, panic penetrating deep into the pit of my stomach. What did he mean with up there? What was happening?

Desperate and afraid, I turned my head as far as I coulduntil I caught a glimpse of a glinting chain hanging down from the ceiling right above me. Horror sent a shockwave of agony through my entire body, and I yanked forward, only to be pulled back by the worst pain I had ever experienced in my life. It stabbed into my back, shooting through every nerve as if a flame had been set alight inside me. It was excruciating, and I screamed. But the sound merely slammed against the tape across my mouth.

Whats the matter, ballerina girl? You dont like hanging from the ceiling? I think you look beautiful up there.

Tears streamed down my face, dripping off my cheeks to join the pool of blood on the floor. I hung my head, and I could see my arms dangling, streaks of blood trickling down my skinmy handsmy fingers. Jesus, my fingers.

I moved my hand, opening my palm, and when I saw the gaping hole where my forefinger was supposed to be, terror slammed against my throat, and I couldnt breathe. The raw ache of open flesh tore up my arm, and I could hear my heartbeat inside my head, throbbing pulses of pain violently zapping through me.

When my gaze dropped to the floor, I could see my severed finger surrounded by and covered with blood.

Its only fair for you to lose a finger since your friend suffered through the same.