Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Yes, yes.” He waves me off. He turns to the three other men. “We’re celebrating.” I start to move when another voice stops me, sending shivers all over my body.
“What’s your name?”
That voice—it’s familiar.
No, it can’t be. Surely not. Goosebumps dot my skin as my brain matches up the name with my most regular customer. I spin around to find the speaker and come face to face with a man who is so deadly gorgeous I immediately know he isn’t my Zuko. I don’t see anyone who would call to have sex over the phone; this man needs no help in that department based on his looks alone.
“My name’s Alaska. Holla if you need anything.” I give him a wink and step away.
As soon as I get to the bar to give my order, Louise is back and gluing herself to me.
“Did they ask where I went?” she whispers.
“No, they hardly spoke. Some new guy came in and ordered for them.” She checks over her shoulder and sucks in a breath.
“That’s Grayson. He’s younger, but as far as I know, he is the only friend they have,” she shrugs. “Well he’s the only one they are seen speaking to at least. He also owns the sex club downtown.” I’ve heard of that place, even considered getting a job there before I found the phone sex job. Plus, I find hugs weird, so letting someone touch me, especially for money, would be way worse. Just thinking about it gives me the shivers.
No, thank you.
“So they can afford the alcohol they just ordered?” I ask her.
She nods her head. “Absolutely. They could probably buy this place if they wanted to.” She laughs. “You wouldn’t think it, considering we come from the same beat-down, fucked-up area…” She pauses. “We made our way out of it, though I hear they still live there. Lord knows why.”
I grab the drinks and prepare to deliver them when she speaks again. “They are devils, Alaska, remember that.” I smile at her words; trouble, we all love a little bit of it.
THREE
Zuko
I’m not one to pick up chicks from bars, but this one has piqued my interest. What is it about her?
It can’t be that fake smile she gives each of us, as if we think she’s happy to be here and serving us.
No. It has to be something else.
But what?
“Why are you looking at her like that?” Kyson nudges me, but I don’t bother turning to him.
“Do you want her to stay?” Grayson asks.
I glance his way, and he’s raising a brow, waiting for me to answer him. I say nothing and sit back as I watch her step up the stairs and then pour the whiskey into the glasses. She hands Grayson his and once again smiles that well-rehearsed fake smile she has mastered so well. Then she does the same to my brothers before she gets to me. When she offers me the drink, my gaze moves from the glass to her. My hands are in my lap, and I make no move to grab the glass. She glances down at my hands, then at me before she stands to her full height.
“No drink?” she asks, smiling. “Anything else I can get you if you don’t want whiskey?”
I bite the inside of my lip as I watch her. Most women would be uncomfortable with my stare, but she gives it straight back with no hesitation whatsoever.
What is it about her?
She waits for a few beats before she places the glass on the tray and turns her attention to the other guys. “Anything else I can get you all?”
“No, that will be all for now,” Grayson states. She nods and goes to leave, but she takes one last glance at me, and I see the villain in her eyes, the one who wants to come out to play. She pins me with a stare as if to say, “fuck you,” then grins before she saunters off.
“You could talk to her, you know,” Grayson mutters.
My brothers and I don’t socialize. Frankly, we fucking hate everyone. Even my own brothers get on my very last nerve. Grayson was a little punk on our street that somehow, we let in our inner circle, which is something we don’t usually do. And we haven’t been able to get rid of him since.
He’s like glue, he just sticks.
But he’s loyal.
I raise an impatient brow at Grayson words, but he just shakes his head before he turns and starts talking to the twins.
Growing up we didn’t know what we wanted to do with our lives. We figured the only way to make money was drugs—either buying or selling. We did that for a bit until I witnessed a murder.
Right in front of my eyes.
He was an older man and wore a black ski mask and all-black clothing.