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)
“And you want to do a blood oath for that? Our word isn’t enough?” King asks the question we all were about to.
“First of all…” She closes the distance around us, gesturing to the expanded circle with her glass. “All of your word doesn’t mean shit to me. I’m not stupid. I am not full-blooded Kiznitch—these girls here right now are not Kiznitch. You all don’t owe us any loyalty—not even your own woman. This blood oath not only protects you and me, but them too because as much as you’ve all tried to hide things from them, they’re all strong enough to take it.” She swallows a loud gulp. “I mean, shit, they handle you all perfectly.”
“She has a point.” Kyrin runs his hands through his hair. “I hate when she has a point.”
I glare at her as I slowly lower myself onto the chair opposite. The bus very rarely feels as small as it does now with everyone in it—except Luna who is no doubt with the makeup artist slash babysitter.
Cartier shakes her head, and I reach out to her fingers, pulling her onto my lap. She falls down with grace, despite the fact that she’s anything but. “You guys. I’m not that same girl I was, and I haven’t been for so long. I held on to appearances because it’s what I knew you wanted to see when you looked at me, but the truth is, the shit I’ve gone through to get primed to how I am today was exactly as bad as you think it was. But I always promised myself that once you all knew, this was what I wanted to do and how I wanted to run things.” I spread my hand over her belly, watching Kyrin as his eyes lower to where my hand is and then to my face.
I blow him a kiss.
He sneers at me briefly before looking back at Cartier. “Fine. Blood oath will be done.”
My smile falls. So long as the oath stays completely on track and no one adds in anything to do with anything else, I won’t have to lie or come clean. None of us will.
“Good.” She slides farther back against me, hitting my dick. Which reminds me, I need to get changed. “I don’t trust The Fathers. I haven’t for some time. I think they’re not only hiding things from us, but they’ve been lying to everyone. Our mothers included.” Her body melts against mine like a blanket my soul never knew it needed. She feels good here, and I close my eyes when I rest my lips against her upper arm. “I think they’re double dipping. Why else would they need more recruits?”
My eyes pop open and I pull away from her. “What?”
“What the fuck, Cartier, those are some big accusations…” Kyrin snaps, and I know his edginess has more to do with the fact that she’s on my lap and less to do with the fact that it’s a very real possibility that they could be doing what she claims.
She doesn’t move when she says her next words. “I know. And I think that’s why they’re doing this tonight without us knowing.”
“What!” Perse shoots up from the chair she’s sitting on. “They wouldn’t dare do that!”
“Eh, they would.” Killian shrugs. “The Fathers have been shady as fuck for years, but for the most part they’ve stayed on track. There’s no way.”
Cartier pushes her ass into my crotch again and I freeze, looking around the room. She’s playing games. “Yes, but The Dolls, Angels and Demons, and other smaller skits have lowered times, on Kaius’ watch.”
I brush my lips over the shell of her ear. “If you rub against my dick like that again, I’m going to leave bruises on your thighs. You want that, Cartier?”
“What—how did you come to this conclusion?” Kyrin walks into the kitchen and pulls open a drawer. I know what he’s looking for. He finds the joint and places it into his mouth.
Her thighs clench together. “My suspicions kind of started when…”
My footsteps slowed as I walked down the long stairs to what lay below my current office. It was the home of all training and connected to the Recruiting Lounge at the back. The quality of air down here was suffocating, which worked for combat where they trained me for breath play.
I flicked the switch on and watched as each light blinked on down the long room until it shone over a girl who was around the same height as me standing in the MMA ring.
“Um, who are you?”
She took out her earbuds and started untying the wraps around her wrists. “Sorry, I didn’t think you would be coming down here.” I hadn’t seen her before. She had long brown hair, deep-set eyes, and sharp cheekbones. Kind of like mine, only different. Different because I didn’t really want any similarities with her.