Cavalier Read Online T.L. Smith (Crimson Elite #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Crimson Elite Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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“You love her,” Falcon says as I pace the room.

“I don’t.”

He laughs at my words. “You love her. Tell me something, Creed, if I was to kill her right now, how would that make you feel?”

Walking straight up to him I grab him by his collar. Yesterday they all tried to hold me back, but I managed to hurt each and every one of them, their eyes are proof of that.

“You won’t fucking touch her.”

He tries to brush my hands off. “Fuck, Creed, let go.”

“Tell me you won’t touch her!”

He nods and I drop him. Continuing to pace.

“You go crazy about her, you are in some deep shit. You know that, right?”

I do. I fucking do know that.

“Tell me, how would you feel if she loved someone else? Maybe that Mickey guy you did a search on?”

I shake my head, scum is all he is. He only wanted her for one thing. “She wouldn’t love anyone else,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Tell me why, Mr. Cavalier, tell me why?”

Turing fast, so I’m in his face again. “Because she loves me.” Very slowly, as I back away, a smile creeps on his face.

“You know for a fact she loves you?”

My head hurts, this thing in my chest fucking hurts too. I rub at it hoping it will go away.

“Tell me how you know she loves you, Creed.”

“She says it in her sleep. She tells me.”

He nods. “That’s why you went and tortured the councilman that night. Did her words scare you that much?”

“She shouldn’t love me, I’m not healthy.”

“Maybe you should try. Maybe you might surprise yourself.”

I shake my head. “I’m only capable of a small fraction of love, and that’s solely reserved for my Ma. She gave me life. I give her mine.”

He laughs. “That’s the biggest piece of shit I’ve ever heard. You love us, even if you don’t say it. Yes, you love your mother, fuck we all do. But you also love someone who’s new in your life, that’s not something you’re used to. Loving someone that hasn’t gained your trust first, that came in and swept you away with her. I see you get lost in Elicea when you look at her. I could only imagine how it is when you two are alone.”

“Addictive,” I say using the one word which describes us well.

“I may have sent her a whole load of baby shit, too. Because she’s pregnant.”

I groan. I haven’t forgotten that fact. At all.

“Echo also took her home.”

Of course, he did, Echo wants kids, or at least he did. Not so sure anymore.

“You have to go to her. You have to talk to her.”

Echo walks in with a smile on his face as he whistles. He stops when he sees us, then turns to leave but then swings around again. “She asked me to tell you about her appointment. She has a scan next week. If you don’t want to go, let me know and I’ll take her. She shouldn’t do it by herself.” Then he’s gone the same way he came in.

A scan.

What the fuck is that?

To hurt the baby? Will it hurt the baby?

I really need to learn this shit.

“What the fuck is a scan?” I ask Falcon, who just shrugs his shoulders.

“Fuck if I know.” He turns, looking at Darby’s office then back to me. “You two need to sort your shit out, real fast. It’s getting on all our nerves.”

Pushing past Falcon, I go straight into Darby’s office. His head is down and he’s concentrating on something. It takes him a moment to look up. “I’m still firing her from the bar. I can’t have a pregnant woman at my bar. It’s bad for business.”

I nod, I knew he was going to say that.

“I’ll give her a job up here. I’ll create something.”

I sit in front of him, relieved that he wants to keep her here. I’m happy he chose to do that, but I’m not sure how to express it to him. It’s hard to tell someone you care when you don’t speak those words at all, ever.

“Thanks.”

His eyebrows rise in wonder. “Did you just thank me for not firing your baby momma?”

“She isn’t my baby momma.”

I hate that saying. Despise it.

“Well, have you worked out what she will be?”

I look down at my hands as they squeeze the chair tight. “No.”

He taps on his desk. “Maybe you just haven’t realized it yet.”

“I’m not in the mood for riddles, D.”

He smiles. “Maybe she will be good for you. After all, we all assumed it was best to fire her. Maybe we were wrong. She could be just the person to bring you out of your shell because we all know you’re an asshole. Does she know that, yet, though?”

“Of course, she knows.”

He nods his head in agreement.

“What’s a scan?” I ask him, hoping he might know.


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