Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Havana was frowning, watching the exchange.
I motioned to them. “That’s his big sister. Don’t pay him any attention. He’s been starved of attention from not having a normal big sister role model. His other one got stabbed—”
“Maddy!” Four different people shouted my name, with different varied emotions on each of their faces. Horror. Apprehension. Nervousness. My dad’s eyes narrowed with that same concerned look he got when he thought I was going to let one of my sociopathic tendencies show.
It’d been way over a year and it’d been all-hands-on-deck with my “situation.” I was doing a lot better and gave them all a cocky grin. “I was just going to say she’s been overseas since she was assaulted.” Different breaths of tension left each of them. I said to Havana, “I’m hoping she stays, but these two hope she’ll heal and get better. To each their own.”
She was blinking at me in confusion. “Wait.” Her eyes narrowed, skirting between my mom and Steele. The question was forming, if my mom was his sister that would mean Steele was my—but at that moment, two guys showed in the doorway and stopped in their tracks.
They were big and burly. Tan. Tattoos. Both had their arms full of boxes and totes.
One dropped his items and his mouth fell open with it, his eyes bulging out at my dad. “You’re–you–you,” he sputtered out, slapping the guy next to him. “Honey, it’s Mason Fucking Kade.”
Another guy yelped down the hallway, probably another dad. “What?”
It was happening. News started to spread that the Kades arrived. Of course, the news was camouflaged first as to who my dad was. NFL Hall of Famer. Mason Kade. My dad had fans all over so I knew it’d hit social media. My mom had her own fans, and since we were at Cain University, I knew my uncle was well known. Or well feared, depending on who recognized his name. He wasn’t exactly a wallflower.
It was my turn now. I was looking forward to everyone learning my name.
I was Maddy Fucking Kade.
Cain University was about to become my playground.