Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“I know. You think I don’t know that?” I ran a hand through my hair. Fuck. “I have everything ready. Rope. Gasoline. Lighters. Fucking gas bombs. I’m ready.”
“You can have an entire armory, but as long as your head isn’t clear, this won’t go well.”
I nodded slowly. I needed to resolve this thing with Rosie. I looked at my phone again. “Have you heard of The Drunken Rabbit?”
“Yeah,” they both said.
“Is it a fancy bar or something?”
“No,” Gabe said. “Is that where Rosie is?”
Rocco looked like he was trying not to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“Is that really where they are?” Rocco asked to confirm.
Now, they were pissing me off. I looked it up and scrolled through pictures. Was this a sex club? It looked like the perfect place to fuck someone. I started reading reviews. Not a sex club, but from the looks of it, it would be the perfect place for a drunken hookup. If she was going to start going to this place, I’d either have to burn it down or buy it.
“She shouldn’t be going there with a fucking jock.” I kept scrolling.
Gabe laughed. “You were a jock once.”
“Fuck you.” I pointed at him, then at Rocco. “And fuck you.”
I rushed upstairs to get ready. There was no way I was staying home tonight.
I’d just stay out of sight, but someone needed to watch her to make sure she was okay, and the two men I was paying to do so were traitors.
44
DOMINIC
My brother was still in a full suit since he hadn’t gone home to change. Rocco and I were wearing jeans, t-shirts, and suit jackets. Even dressed like this, I felt like we looked conspicuous. Not that it mattered whether or not Rosie saw us. We were in a public bar, for fuck’s sake.
“Are you here for a drink or am I going to have to escort you out?” Nico asked.
“Shouldn’t you be watching Rosie?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Rosie’s fine.”
“Where is she?”
“In one of those little private rooms.”
My heart stopped beating. “The ones with the beds?”
“Really? The ones with the beds?” Gabe asked next to me.
One of us sounded amused, the other sounded like he was about to blow a gasket.
“You said you only wanted us to intervene if she was in danger.”
“I did.”
“She’s not in danger,” Nico said.
“How would you know if she’s in a private room and you’re out here, talking to us?”
“I just saw our girl go into one of those rooms with a bed.” That was Rocco as he walked back over from the bathroom.
The pressure that was already in my chest, seemed to keep building. I took a breath, took another. I tried, I really tried not to snap, but it was no use. “Where the fuck is this room?”
“Down the hall near the bathroom,” Rocco said. “Room number three.”
I ground my teeth, willing the anger to subside. It didn’t.
“She’s going to a team event with him on Saturday,” Nico said suddenly. “I heard them talking about it in the car.”
“Oh, so you drove him here?” Gabe asked.
My eyes narrowed on Nico. “What were they saying?”
“She was on her phone looking at dresses. He gave her a no-spend limit on his card.” Nico grinned. I already knew about the dress and the no-spending limit. If that was what she wanted, I’d have given her my fucking card a month ago. Nico’s grin widened. “I think I may be falling in love with the guy myself.”
“Fuck. You.” I glared. “This is why I don’t like Jets fans.”
Nico laughed. Rocco laughed. Gabe laughed. I stormed away and headed to room three. The good thing about these rooms was that instead of doors, they had a white drape that moved side-to-side. When I reached room number three, I took a breath and tried to eavesdrop, which was impossible, as loud as this place was. I moved the curtain slightly and saw them. They weren’t alone in the room and there was no bed. It looked more like a cigar lounge than anything else. They were sitting on two separate couches, two glasses between them that looked like water but could’ve been vodka or tequila. If they’d already shared two bottles of wine, I hoped this was water. I spared a glance at my next victim, and I had to admit he had good hair. I really didn’t like this guy.
Rosie’s cheeks were flushed, and she was smiling at whatever he was saying. The sight of that smile directed at another man felt unbearable. I hadn’t seen her this close in weeks, so I let myself look at her. She was wearing black knee-high boots, a short leather skirt, and a pink blouse. Her hair was down and every time she moved, it swung forward, covering her face. I took a step away from the room and made myself walk back to the bar. I was being unfair and selfish. I’d only answered one call and only because I was in a panic when I saw her name and thought she might be in trouble. I’d sent the texts to make sure she knew I wasn’t out partying. I was at Tommy’s strip club, trying to figure out if I was going to attack there or at Tempt.