Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I scowled in his direction. “Update,” I barked.
He looked past me to the curtain and grinned. “You first.”
“King, don’t push me,” I warned.
He rolled his eyes. “Fine. Don’t share with your friend.”
“King, you’re aware this isn’t a real door. I can hear you,” Oakley called out.
His chuckle didn’t ease me. I wanted him to talk and leave.
“Sorry, sweets. But I lost a bet and owe Thatcher five hundred. Y’all can at least gimme some details.”
I pointed at the door. “Leave. Send Thatcher in here to tell me what the fuck is happening,” I snarled.
“You two really made a bet?” Oakley’s voice came from behind me.
I turned to see her head peeking out from the curtain. Her hair still had the just fucked look. I wanted her out of his eyesight. He didn’t need to ever know how incredible a pleasured Oakley looked. Ever.
He held up his hands. “I can’t talk. Seems you turned our Jekyll into Hyde.”
“Get dressed, Oakley,” I told her.
She tensed, and her eyes narrowed. It should piss me off, but it just made me hard. I wanted to fuck her while I was angry. While she was angry. Make her scream my name again. DAMMIT! I had to control myself.
“Are you asking or telling?” she snapped.
“Please,” I added.
Her face instantly softened, and God help me, I was screwed.
“Hughes is headed this way with Gage. You need to keep your ass in here for obvious reasons. Gage might know now that you were doing a job before, but he won’t get over the you wanting his woman thing. According to the boss, Gage is psycho when it comes to her,” he informed me.
“Yeah, trust me, I’ve seen the psycho,” I replied.
It was hard to forget. He’d put a gun to my head and threatened to blow my brains out if I didn’t let him in her apartment. That had all ended up to be a fucking shit show.
“Thatcher is going with Hughes and Gage to the location where the signal came from. It’s a warehouse about forty minutes from here. Secluded with security. They are gonna need you to break in and shut down the system before they get there. We will call when it’s time for you to do that.”
“Okay,” I replied with a relieved nod.
This was going to end soon. Blaise Hughes with Gage Presley and Thatcher were a dangerous combination.
“I’m staying at the main house, keeping things protected. Sebastian is here. He arrived an hour ago. Wells and Storm arrived too. Everyone is accounted for.”
That was too many fucking names I didn’t want to think about right now. I just nodded.
King leaned in close to me. “Sebastian is being a bit of a prick about you being the one to stay in here with her,” he whispered.
My entire body tensed. Jealousy burned in my blood, and I felt that monster slowly stretching inside of me. He wasn’t getting near her.
King gave me a wink. “Easy, man. Looks like you’re the one she wants in here, and you’re the one who can work that super computer.” He slapped me on the back, then headed for the door.
I stood there, my anger simmering as I thought about Sebastian believing he had some claim on Oakley. He had nothing. She hadn’t wanted him. They’d been done for several years.
I turned back around to see she was out of the bathroom, watching me silently. Her hair had been brushed out, and she was dressed again. Yet she was still just as heart-stopping beautiful, and I wanted her naked and under me. The urge to remind myself that she didn’t belong to someone else was there. Pounding in my temples.
“Who was the girl?” she asked me, breaking the silence.
It took me a minute to understand what she was saying. When her lips had started moving, my complete attention had gone to how they were perfectly shaped, like a heart. I shook my head to clear it, and my gaze snapped back up to meet hers.
“What?” I asked.
She wrapped her arms around her waist and seemed to be withdrawing from me. That was different than the woman who had strutted up to me and kissed me less than ten minutes ago.
“The girl. The one King was talking about. Who is she?”
The possessiveness in her tone wasn’t lost on me this time, and I wanted to laugh. Was she serious? She was standing there, jealous over some woman I never dated and who was in love with a crazy-ass son of a bitch, while I was dealing with the fact that two of her ex-boyfriends were at the house, one of them wanting to get in here to be with her.
“Does that amuse you?” she asked, and I realized I was smiling. Shit.
“Shiloh. She was a job. I had to protect her by befriending her. She was a former girlfriend of Gage Presley. One of the boss’s personal army he keeps close. She was nice. We became real friends.”