Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
When I walked up to the front door with him, I saw the line out the door, and had a feeling that we weren’t going to get in here.
Which sucked because I really, really wanted their chocolate cake now.
What sucked even more was, the moment that we breached the front door, bypassing all of the people, a woman spotted him and clapped.
She hurried around the podium and all but fell on Sin.
He looked like he’d rather do anything but hug her, but he endured it and patted her back before nicely stepping away with a forced smile.
I, on the other hand, was still holding his hand. And wished to let it the fuck go.
Because I didn’t want to come here anymore.
All of a sudden, I knew the reason he’d be able to get in here.
He’d slept with the damn hostess.
Goddammit.
He held onto my hand, though, and pulled me into his side.
“Marnie, this is my girl, Blaise. Blaise and I are celebrating our finding out she’s pregnant. Can you talk to my brother, ask him to fit us in?” Sin drawled.
The girl, Marnie, took a step back looking stunned.
“I’m sorry,” a deep male voice said. “I don’t think I heard you right. Did you say pregnant?”
I turned to see a sexy man that looked a whole lot like Sin all but stalking toward us.
He had a beautiful head full of silver hair that, had Sin grown his out and didn’t keep it buzzed short, I had a feeling would look exactly like Sin’s.
“Bellini,” Sin grinned and finally allowed my hand to drop as he took two steps in his brother’s direction and all but crushed his head in between his arms. “How the fuck are you?”
“I’d be a fuck of a lot better if you would’ve come to visit me sooner,” he grumbled as he squeezed his brother just as tight around the chest. I heard Sin’s back crack with the force. “What the fuck do you mean pregnant?”
Sin sighed and would’ve stepped back, but Bellini held onto his brother, in the middle of a crowded foyer, with onlookers galore watching their every move—because hello, both men were incredibly sexy as hell.
Sin laughed and wrapped his arms back around his brother’s head but didn’t appear as if he was trying to take it off any longer.
“I mean,” Sin spoke, “my girl is pregnant.”
“Your girl.” Bellini finally let his brother go and turned to look at me. Recognition lit his eyes, and then he grinned. “Your girl.”
Sin’s and my story wasn’t a secret. A lot of people knew me by sight because of the media that had latched onto Sin’s case.
My face, as well as Sin’s face, had been plastered all over the television screens for a month and a half while shit had gone down.
Needless to say, I was sure that everyone knew me well.
I hadn’t changed all that much.
That, and Sin had been visited by all of his brothers while in prison. I was sure it hadn’t gone unnoticed that the girl that had gotten him there had followed him into the prison system in the only way that she could.
“My girl,” Sin confirmed.
“Come on, you can sit at my table,” he said. “Jim and Bronx were supposed to be coming in an hour, but you can sit there with them if they show early.”
Jim and Bronx. Two more of his brothers.
I started to get nervous.
I knew of all of his brothers, but I hadn’t actually met all of them yet.
I’d seen them from afar, having been at Sin’s trials along with them, but we hadn’t actually met in person officially.
Speaking of, the moment we got to the table that Bellini took us to, Sin pulled me into his side.
“Bell, this is Blaise. Blaise, this is my younger brother, Bellini,” Sin officially introduced us.
Bellini didn’t have the same color eyes as Sin. He had glass blue ones.
That was where the dissimilarities ended.
Bellini was an exact replica of Sin when he’d first gone into prison.
Now, Sin looked just a little bit rougher around the edges. A little more unkempt. A little more… wild.
Bellini didn’t have that wildness about him for sure.
He held his hand out to me, and I shook it.
“It’s nice to officially meet the woman that made my brother go apeshit,” he said as he closed his hand around mine.
I felt my face fall flat, and then my heart beat a million miles an hour.
Sadness rolled through me.
“I didn’t mean to,” I replied quietly.
His hand tightened around mine just as Sin cursed.
“What the fuck, Bell?” Sin asked.
No. Growled.
He was pissed.
“That’s not what I meant!” he urged, but the damage had already been done. “Shit. That’s really not what I meant.”
He let my hand go and Sin moved to take it, but he was right.
“I seriously wish I could go back in time,” I told him honestly, keeping my eyes on his brother. “I wish I could go back in time and tell myself not to leave that night. Tell myself that it wasn’t going to be good for me if I did. And if I didn’t listen, I wish I would’ve been quieter.”