Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
But he did understand. Didn’t he? Levi had always been a touchy subject. “I told you he was trouble.”
“Of course you did. Look, you were always right about everything and I was always wrong. We have to be here for a couple of days and then you don’t have to see me ever again. I promise. I’ll go my way and you’ll go yours and I’ll respect your wishes and stay far, far away from anywhere you might be.”
He hated the fact that she wouldn’t look at him. “I didn’t say I was always right.”
“You don’t have to. It’s implied in pretty much everything you do.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
She shook her head. “Sorry, we weren’t supposed to talk about ancient history.”
He was about to reply that he really wanted to know what she meant, but a frown crossed her face. “What is it?”
“It’s a message from him. He didn’t even use a burner. He wanted his name to come up.”
“Play it.” He wanted to hear it. He needed to hear that fucker’s voice. His gut twisted because he’d accused her of the same thing, though he’d put an awful spin on it.
She touched a button and a beep came over the line.
“Hello, Solo.” Levi’s voice sounded smooth over the computer’s speakers. “I’m going to assume it was Ezra who saved you today. It won’t work. I’ll find you and then I’ll deal with him. If you want him to live, you’ll turn yourself in. Make no mistake, I’m in charge now. I have control of your case, and when I bring you in I’ll have complete control of you. The fact that you’ll be in my charge is a foregone conclusion. How I bring you in now is up to you. I played nice, Solo. I won’t next time. Next time we meet I’ll show you my other side. The truth is the dark side of me loves you every bit as much as the light side. The dark side simply wants to hurt you more. I look forward to unleashing that part of myself. And tell Beck that he might have saved you briefly, but you’ll be in my bed before the end of the week. Just like you were the first time.”
Rage rose inside him hard and fast, and before he knew what he was doing, the glass in his hand exploded.
He heard a gasp and looked up at Kim. There was a drop of blood on her cheek. That speck of red was the only color on her face because her skin had gone a pasty white. She looked down at his hand and stood.
“I’ll get the first aid kit. Don’t move. You’ll spread the glass around if you move.” Her every word was dull and rote.
He’d cut her. He hadn’t meant to, but wasn’t that what they did when they were together? They were volcanic, and even when they started with the best of intentions, one of them ended up hurt.
He looked down at the red wine he’d spilled all over the table and his clothes. It looked like blood.
How much would he spill before they got out of this situation?
How much would he give? How much of hers would he take?
When she came back into the room, he was silent and allowed her to clean up the mess he’d made. He wondered if there was any way they got out of this whole.
Chapter Four
There were no windows in this small space, but Ezra knew it was night outside. He didn’t need to look at a clock to know it was late. He stood in the bathroom, his hair still wet from the shower he’d taken, and wondered why he even cared about time. Somehow the realization that it was dark outside and they were alone in the building made his heart thud in his chest.
She was no more than a few feet away. All he would have to do was open the two doors that separated them and he could be in the same room. She would have changed into the pajamas provided for her and she would look soft and sweet, and her breasts would press against the T-shirt, her nipples outlined by the thin cotton.
Not that it would matter. Not that she would look at him.
It had been more than an hour since the light had come on above the door, letting them know the club had closed for the evening and Rene had locked the place up. Nothing was stopping them from going downstairs, picking an apparatus, and testing it out.
Nothing except the fact that he was a massive ass who couldn’t control his anger. He stared at himself in the mirror and wondered if his brother would even recognize him now. The real Ezra Fain had been better. He would never have dismissed his wife, would have found some way to forgive her. His brother had been the generous one, the one who could find a reason to like everyone he met. Beck had been the hard-ass, stubborn one, the righteous, judgmental one. He’d taken on his brother’s name in an attempt to find some of his brother’s grace, but he was failing at that, too.