Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“I’m fucking doomed,” he said.
“You’ve said a lot of fucks in the past few seconds,” she said, smiling.
“You’re moving into my room.”
“Okay. What will Anne think?”
“I’ll handle Anne. Knowing her, she thinks you’ll be my salvation.”
Chapter Six
“Have you caved yet?” Beast asked.
Caleb glanced over at his brother while their men brought in the traitor who had decided to not only talk to the cops, but also sell their product to their enemy.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Your little teenager. I saw the way you were looking at her the few times I’ve seen her, or at least how you try to pretend that you can’t see her.”
“She’s not a teenager, not like that.” Caleb didn’t like to think about their small age gap. He was only a couple years younger than Beast’s thirty-seven years, so there wasn’t as big of an age gap, but still.
Faith didn’t seem to mind when he was licking her pussy. In fact, he’d still be in bed with her today if it wasn’t for Beast’s call alerting him to their current problem. Their informant on the police force happened to be on duty when the little fucker came in, so no crap was going to go down on that front.
It wouldn’t have been a big deal, but it would have cost them a lot more money and they’d have had to bribe a lot more people.
“You really need to get over whatever issues you have,” Beast said, shrugging.
“How about you stay out of my business and I’ll stay out of yours.”
“Ah, but you see, you didn’t always stay out of my shit, now did you? If you remember, you liked to talk to my little bird.” Beast raised his brow, and Caleb sighed.
“Hope is different.”
“She is, which is why I won’t completely mess with your life even though I really want to.”
“Just leave it alone.”
“We’ll see. How is Dwayne getting on?” Beast asked.
Caleb had been completely surprised by Dwayne’s turnaround. He hadn’t expected the young man to turn up for their runs or their workout sessions, but each day at five o’clock in the morning, Dwayne was there.
“He’s training really well. Surprising me with his change.”
“He’s not partying anymore, and there’s no beer either. At first, I thought it was Hope because she can’t drink anymore, not that she ever really drank. Dwayne’s the one who did it, not that I’ve got a problem.” The sound of screaming filled the air, and Beast sighed. “Why do they think they can get away with stuff like this?”
“I don’t know, but it’s time for us to party.”
For the next two hours, between himself and Beast, they tortured the man to find out who his supplier was, who’d approached him, and where he’d been feeding their product. The moment they had everything they needed, Caleb plunged the knife into the fucker’s throat, ending his life.
Grabbing his jacket from one of the men, Caleb left Beast to clean up the mess like he did every single time they did this together. He was the one who handled the final blow.
Taking a life hadn’t always been so easy.
Caleb for the longest time had refused to kill anyone, but their father, and then Beast, wouldn’t let him refuse. He’d seen how destructive people could be, and that no one would ever have his back other than his brother. There wasn’t anyone else in the world that he’d trust with his life other than Beast.
Dwayne still had a long way to go, and Caleb only ever trusted his guards to a point. They were paid for their loyalty, and anything bought with money he didn’t trust.
He drove home, thinking about Faith and what had happened between them. He’d not fucked her yet, but he’d moved her into his bedroom as he wanted to hold her.
Anne was happy about their change in relationship. The older woman was convinced that all he needed in his life was a woman’s touch. Caleb didn’t know what he needed anymore.
Parking up outside of his home an hour later, he suddenly felt extremely tired.
Faith was so young, and she had her whole life ahead of her. She shouldn’t be with him, or part of this life.
Entering his home, he didn’t stop or linger. Instead, he went straight to his en-suite bathroom and stared at his reflection. The jacket didn’t have a speck of blood on it, but the white shirt he wore beneath did.
He threw the jacket on the floor, knowing he’d have to torch it.
“I heard you come in,” Faith said.
Before he could tell her to leave or close the door, she stood in the bathroom, staring at his blood-soaked shirt.
She released a little gasp. “Are you hurt?”
“No. It’s not my blood.”
“Oh.”
He opened each button, and his gaze focused on her.
“Did the person deserve it?” she asked.