Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“Ah, I can’t. I’ve got these two with me, but!” I turn to face Luna, rubbing my nose against hers. “I will be stealing you.”
She giggles and her little chest shakes as her sweet voice fills my ears and calms my panic. Everything is going to be fine. You were trusted with this position, which means they trust you will make the right choice.
“Hey,” Lilith interrupts, and I follow the steps down to her. “Is everything okay? You know you can talk to me, right? About anything. What we found out was deep, and I don’t know if you’ve been talking to anyone about it or not, but just know I’m here. I won’t go snitching to Ky either. Please. He’s going to break me if I give him any more ammunition for angry sex.”
Luna reaches up behind my neck and pulls me in deeper, resting her little head on my shoulder. A lump forms in my throat when her breathing evens out against my neck.
“I know.” I trust Lilith completely, more than I trust anyone else here—including The Brothers, because with them, I know their loyalty always lies with one another. It has always been like that and always will be like that. “We can talk when we land in Prague.”
“Speaking of…” Lilith’s eyes move behind me as Christopher and Jordan close the bus door, bags in hand. “What are we doing in Prague?”
I tap the tip of my nose, massaging the back of Luna’s dark hair with my thumb. “Let’s go before Kyrin starts throwing shit around.”
We make our way onto the tarmac, where the large 747 is lit up from the inside out. The words Midnight Mayhem are stamped into cursive lettering, with Nero Enterprise Holdings below it. They’ve done a few international tours, but this is my first one, since I’ve always been put in the corner like a delicate doll.
The Brothers are waiting at the steps with security and a couple of flight attendants dressed in the black Midnight Mayhem attire. They’re hired, as is the pilot, but they wear our uniforms when we have them booked.
I pointedly ignore Keaton. After last night, I don’t know how I feel about the rabbit hole we’re both constantly fucking each other into. It’s like a riptide that doesn’t release you and continues to drag you out to sea.
“Is everyone already in?” The question is pointed at any one of them, but it’s King who answers.
“Yeah, but who the fuck are these two?” He points to Christopher and Jordan.
Lilith interrupts. “Ah, they’re her bodyguards? The fuck do you think they are? Her boyfriends?” Her face falls and pain flashes across her face.
“Hey.” I reach for her arm, but she jerks, looking up at me. There are slight dark circles around her eyes, and her shoulders seem deflated as though she just remembered. “It’s okay.”
I pass Luna to her carefully without waking her, and wait until Lilith is in the plane before I turn toward my impossibly frustrating brothers. Kyrin looks smug, with a smile hiding behind his teeth, and King has an eyebrow raised, knowing my answer before I’ve even said it, but it’s Keaton that tips me over the edge. His dead, unfazed look as he looks distantly over my shoulder.
Not bothered.
I step backward, between Christopher and Jordan, flashing a smirk between all of them but mainly on Keaton. “They were my playthings.” Shuffling between Keaton and Ky, I pat both their chests before batting my lashes up at Keaton. His dark gaze rumbles down on me like a crack of thunder.
The corner of my lip curls in a smirk. “Be nice to them.” I look to Ky. “Or don’t.” Before going back to Keaton. “We all know I like playing with broken toys…” I shove through them and head up the steps into the cabin doors. My throat tightens as I make my way through the plane. The guilt is almost suffocating, especially after last night, but right now I have other things I have to think about that will definitely cost me Keaton. At least for a while.
“Afternoon, Miss Nero.” One of the flight attendants bows her head at me as I pass. She’s pretty. Blonde, leggy, and has that look about her that most men want to fuck.
“Afternoon—” I look at her name tag, “—Amelia.”
She flashes her wide smile. “Do you need some help to your seat?”
“I’m okay, thank you.” I pass through the front section of the plane. There’s an upstairs and downstairs, but we use upstairs for the beds and bathrooms. Everyone sits where they like, there’s no method to it, but I always prefer the back of the plane, even as a kid when I’d be allowed to ride for the flight.
“Hey, everyone!” I call out, and the talking quiets and faces turn to me. Most of them look confused, but the rest of them don’t seem to think about anything at all, judging by the drinks already on their laps. “We are flying to Prague, like I mentioned in the email you obviously all received. We touch down there and our first show isn’t for two weeks.”