Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 105813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
He slipped his hands in his pockets, meeting my eyes. “Frankly, I was delighted to find out about you. To have a son of my own.” He smiled, but it quickly descended into a scowl. “The curious thing is, I never fucked Maura Flynt.”
I breathed in deeply and spoke as calmly as possible. “You raped her.”
Trent stared at his shoes as if lost in thought.
Ten feet behind him, the cabinet door beneath the sink cracked open. The barrel of my fucking Glock slowly pushed through the opening. Kaci?
My pulse hung in my throat, my lungs seizing. Oh God, no. How the fuck did she get in there? Did she not get on the elevator?
Every nerve in my body went on hyper-alert, and my hands shook like a motherfucker. My gaze flew to the hidden elevator and jerked away. Sweet fucking hell. She must’ve slipped off the lift when I turned my back. I was going to wring her fucking neck.
“I never touched your mother.” Trent raised his head. “But her sister?” His smile raised a million shivering goosebumps across my skin. “She was a whore in bed.”
My spine snapped straight, denial curdling my stomach and shooting tremors through my body. “My mother didn’t have a sister.”
“She did. Ella Flynt, who has to be your real mother, was the reporter who introduced me to Maura Flynt on the movie set.” He rocked on his heels, his hands in his pockets. “Your stunt racing adoptive-mother was as gay as Collin here, though much more masculine. Butch. Very much not my type.”
My mother was really my aunt? Who had a willing affair with him? I flexed my numb hands to keep the blood flowing. “Why are you telling me this? To make yourself seem like less of a monster because you didn’t rape them?”
Trent stared at me, his expression suddenly so raw with sincerity it made the hairs on my nape stand up. “I wanted a son, Logan. My very own blood. I want you with me, on my side. To be part of my family. To run Trenchant.”
Fuck, I couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t escape the terrible shock. And the movement in my periphery exasperated my unraveling. Kaci’s silhouette rose from beneath the cabinet. I locked my gaze on Trent, trying like almighty hell not to draw attention to her position. “You murdered them. I will never be on your side.”
His face clouded, wiping away any semblance of humanity. And Kaci hovered ten feet behind them. Farthest away was Collin in the chair. Jed stood beside him, holding the gun at his head. Trent was beside Jed and closest to her. If any of them turned their heads, they would see her.
Distract them. I spun to the side and paced in a tight circle. Back and forth, step after step, I let all my fucking nerves rise to the surface. My hands shook, my muscles heated and expanded, and my breaths grew loud and labored.
And their eyes tracked my movements, waiting for me to blow a gasket. Fucking perfect.
I shoved my hands in my hair, refusing to look in Kaci’s direction. “What happened to my mother’s sister?”
Trent scratched his jaw. “We had a short affair. It ended when she stumbled across some things she didn’t approve of.”
I could fill in the blanks, considering Trent’s criminal history.
“She wouldn’t shut up with her threats. Hounded me for months.” He shrugged. “So I had to put her down.”
I slammed to a stop and swiped a hand over my face. My skin felt cold, my brain numb. He killed my mother’s sister, who he claimed was my biological mother.
“I should’ve put it together.” Trent folded his hands behind his back. “Thirteen years later, Maura Flynt picked up where her sister left off. She raised you, then she went after me.”
And he killed her, too. My chest heaved, my anger boiling. I could deny everything he said about Ella Flynt, but why would he lie? If my mother’s sister was a reporter, that explained the detailed evidence in my mother’s diary.
Kaci shifted in my field of view, inching closer behind them with the gun trained on Jed. Blood pounded through my veins to the point of bursting. It would only take a half-second for him to redirect his aim and shoot her.
I wanted so badly to look at her, to examine her expression. Was she freaking out? Could she pull the trigger? She had maybe a seven-foot range on Jed, and Collin and I weren’t in the trajectory. She had this.
Come on, baby. Don’t hesitate. Don’t miss.
Jed turned his head, and my heart stopped.
She squeezed the trigger, and the shot reverberated through the brick walls. Blood sprayed across Collin’s face, Jed’s body slumped, and I launched for my weapons by the door.
“Jesus! Fuck, Kaci,” Trent yelled behind me. “Wait. Now just wait a minute.”