Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“As I told you, your friend left and hasn’t returned. So off you two go.” Avani waves to the door.
The one speaking takes a step in closer. He’s so close he’s only mere inches away from Avani’s face when he grabs a fist full of her hair and pulls hard. “You don’t get to speak to us like that, you whore.”
Avani’s face morphs from disgust at what I can only imagine is this fucker's, bad breath, to pain, to determination.
I watch with a smile as her fists close before she steps closer and brings her knee to align directly with his groin with enough force to lodge his balls under his chin and he drops like the bag of shit he is. The moment he falls to his knees, the palm of Avani’s hand meets his nose, and a loud crack rings through the hallway.
“I told you to leave,” she spits, pushing him back.
The idiot falls onto his back, and he rolls painfully to his side, groaning as his hands cover his balls. If he pukes on my carpet I’m going to be pissed.
As if she has just handed the loser on the floor a refresher towel and not bruised balls and a broken nose, Avani looks over her shoulder, smiles at Kyson, and strides off with Monica in tow.
I calmly walk up to the two men.
“Now, I’m not as nice as she is, so fuck off, or I’ll put a bullet in your head.” The one who hasn’t spoken stands there shocked, looking from where Avani disappeared to his friend on the floor before he reaches down, drapes his friend’s arm around his shoulders and helps him up. From one blink to the next, the assholes are gone, leaving me alone with Kyson.
“She’s worth it, that one. I suggest you keep her,” Kyson says as he goes back to the office.
“Damn, and here I was hoping to put a bullet in her head,” I reply.
“A bullet isn’t really your style now, is it? You like to get them when they’re sleeping,” Kyson declares.
“It’s always the best way. You know I like their last thoughts to be of me.”
Kyson says nothing as we go back to my office. His brothers look up and go straight back to why they are here.
I have access to high-profile clients, secretive ones, and they need an in to do a job.
Our relationship has turned into one of you scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours.
And it looks like it’s my turn to do the scratching.
Chapter 5
The frying pan didn’t deserve that.
Avani
Those men who Grayson met with were off. Scary even. I watched as they left and stayed well and clear of them. I’ve been around a lot of scary men in my life, and none have made me think, fuck, this one I shouldn’t be near, like they did.
“Drop me home?” I ask Grayson.
“Take a fucking cab,” he says as I lock up.
“Please, have a heart. My car is fucked, and I need a lift. Help your staff out.”
“Fuck my staff.”
“I didn’t ask you to fuck me. Actually, that is the last thing I want to do.” I offer him a smile. “You aren’t my type.”
“Touché.” He nods, looking me over. I’m standing in front of him in my red heels and a tiny black dress. It’s more of a suit dress, and I love it. I found it at a thrift store and have worn it to work three times already.
“Please,” I beg, smiling.
“Fucking hell. Get your shit. I am not waiting for you.” As he storms out, I grab my new sparkly bag and follow after him. Grayson doesn’t open the car door like a gentleman, and I tsk at him and climb in. I try to speak during the ride, but he turns up the music so loud he can’t hear me even if I did say something.
No wonder he’s single. He’s a complete jerk.
We stop at the front of my house, and I see a lot of people walking in and out.
Fuck.
The party.
Grayson turns the music down and faces me.
“You throwing a party and didn’t invite me?” he asks.
“Fuck no. I planned to sleep.” I open the car door and get out, leaving him behind.
As I enter the house, I spot Destiny straight away, sitting at our counter with a drink in front of her. When she sees me, she doesn’t even offer a wave, just goes back to talking to her friends.
“Avani.” I turn to see Grayson standing behind me, my old bag in his hand. “Don’t leave your shit for me to collect in my damn car.” I pull it from his hands and curl my lip at him.
“Thanks.” I huff.
Destiny gets off the stool and bounces—yes, she bounces—straight over to us.
“I’m so happy to see you again.” Destiny reaches out to touch Grayson, who looks at me in question. I shrug and walk off straight to my room and shut the door. The music is way too loud, and I’m getting pissed. Jumping straight into the shower, I then stand under the water for what feels like a good twenty minutes before I finally get out, and when I do, I can still hear the damn music.