Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Yes, well. That’s why I’m here. Wolf doesn’t like you.”
“You’re starting to repeat yourself, Angel.”
“You’ve got on his radar.”
“I have no idea what that means. Did I mention there’s room here on the bed for you?”
“Devil, will you try and be serious for a minute? Wolf isn’t a man you should cross.”
“Angel, it sounds like you’re worried about me. I can’t decide if I should be offended or flattered. Now, about this bed…”
“Will you stop being an idiot. This is serious. You don’t know him like I do. He’s very… protective over me.”
“I think the word you’re looking for, Angel, is possessive.”
“Whatever. Listen, Wolf is a good guy really, but he can be…”
“Torrent, I don’t really want you to defend your boyfriend to me.”
“You need to leave.”
“You carted your sweet little ass over here to tell me that?”
“I felt the need to warn you,” she mutters. “Though now, I’m starting to wonder why.”
“Because you like me, even if you don’t want to.”
“Maybe I do. Will you take me seriously, please?”
I let out a deep breath and turn to put my feet on the ground and face her.
“You don’t need to worry about me, Torrent,” I tell her seriously, leaning my hands on my legs and watching her.
“You don’t know Wolf like I do, Logan, you don’t understand how he can be,” she says and she looks lost. I get up and walk to her. I pull out the chair that Diesel had earlier and basically force her to sit down. Then I slide down on my knees in front of her, bracing my hands on each arm of the chair. I have a lot of questions I want to ask her, but somehow when I open my mouth only one comes out.
“And that leads me to one question, Torrent.”
“What’s that?”
“Just how well do you know, Wolf, Angel? And did you know him when we met?”
I stare up into her eyes and wonder exactly why I need to know the answers.
I only know I do.
Torrent
I try to sort through all of my thoughts. Then I frown up at the man who is causing me even more problems than I already had. I wish I knew what it is about him that appeals to me so much. It could be the sparkling deep blue eyes that shift from mischievous to sexy and then serious. Maybe it’s the smile, or the wrinkle he gets in his brow when he concentrates on something. Or maybe it’s his scent and the way I react to it. I read somewhere that people are attracted to each other by scent. Maybe that’s it, I have no idea… I just know how he makes me feel.
“You do realize that’s two questions, Logan.”
“I realize you haven’t answered either one,” he answers. I look down at his hands on the chair. On one hand, his fingers are covered in ink and I’ve seen men with tats my whole life, but it’s never been quite this sexy before.
“I’ve known Wolf my entire life. He was my dad’s best friend. He helped raise me.”
“I’m pretty sure he doesn’t think of you as a daughter, Angel.”
“You’re right… he hasn’t for a while. He says he’s in love with me.”
“And how do you feel about him?”
“I don’t know. It’s complicated. I love him.”
Devil frowns and I know my answer doesn’t make him happy.
“Maybe you should leave then, Torrent.”
“I shouldn’t even be here now,” I respond, knowing he’s right. He falls back on his legs, moving away from the chair.
“Then why are you?” he asks.
“I was worried about you. I needed to warn you.”
“Bullshit.”
“What?” I ask, getting he’s upset but annoyed at his response.
“I said bullshit. You’re not here to warn me.”
“I am. I was trying to protect you, Devil.”
“Will you drop that act with me? It might work on someone else, but it’s not going to work on me.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell him, getting up. “And I’m starting to see this was a mistake.” I take one step toward the door before Devil grabs my leg and he does something to my leg that unbalances me—causing me to tip forward. I start falling and he pulls me down on him. “What the hell are you doing?”
“That’s what I’m asking you, Torrent and you need to quit lying to me.”
“I’m not lying to you!” I growl, pushing against his shoulders, trying to get free.
“Then maybe you’re lying to yourself.”
“You’re crazy!”
“I probably am, but there’s no way you’re in my hotel to warn me your boyfriend has me in his sites.”
“But I was! And he’s not my boyfriend!” I huff, and for some reason I’m starting to panic. My heart is rapping heavily against my chest.
“You said you loved him,” he says and this time he’s growling.
“Not like that! Will you let me go!?!?” I cry out when he won’t let me push away from him.