Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Dinner at 7?
Carter.
My stomach drops. That fucking bastard.
“What the fuck?” I grunt as anger crashes through me like a fucking tsunami, making me want to punch a hole in the wall or better yet, go over there and strangle the dickhead. How dare he do this?
“What is it?” Cass asks, taking in my tone. “What’s wrong?”
“Tell Jax to tell the police it was a mistake,” I tell her, though perhaps he should warn them about a murder that’s about to go down. I just hope they don’t beat me there because if I don’t get my chance to curl my fingers around his throat, I’m gonna be pissed.
“What?” Cass grunts. “What’s going on?”
“Just do it,” I instruct as I try to calm my nerves by taking slow deep breaths.
After hearing Jax tell the police that it was a mistake, I get straight into my explanation, turning the camera on the note, knowing they’re both crowding around Cassie’s phone to see what’s going on. “The asshole left me a note.”
A booming laugh rips out of Jax as they read the note, and I hear the oomph from Cass nailing him—hopefully where it hurts. “Are you shitting me?” Cass questions. “I’m going to kill him.”
“Not before I do!” I seethe, my whole body shaking with rage. I mean, fuck. On what planet would he think this was a good idea? “Fuck. I need to throw something, but there’s nothing here to fucking throw.”
“I know,” she says in a soothing tone. “Try and calm down. Stress isn’t good for my babies.” I try to focus on taking deep breaths, but the more I think about it the worse it gets. “Do you want to come and stay at my place?”
“Can I let you know?” I ask. “I’m going to head over to Carter’s place and rip him a new asshole.”
“Okay,” she says. “Rip him an extra one for me, too.”
“You got it,” I say before ending the call and heading for the door. I slam it behind me, not bothering to lock the door as it’s not like there’s anything to steal.
After getting in my car, I kick over the engine before taking off like a bat out of hell, going way too fast for a pregnant mother of twins. Within ten minutes, I screech into his driveway, not caring that I took out half of his hedge—the very hedge I planted two years ago. The fucker can deal with it himself, and while he’s at it, he can also fix the scratches his stupid hedge left on my car.
Coming to a stop right at the top of the circular driveway, I bail out of my car and slam the door behind me, realizing that a good door slamming is the only thing making me feel better right now. I storm up his front steps while clenching my hands into tight fists, trying to figure out how to articulate my rage without actually kicking him in the balls.
Reaching the front door, I push my way in, not bothering to ring the doorbell or knock because casually welcoming yourself straight into someone else’s home seems to be the going trend. “Where the hell are you, you big bastard?” I call out over the massive foyer of the rich prick’s home.
No answer. Fucking great.
I get searching, and it takes all of three seconds to find a shitload of my stuff sitting in the dining hall which never gets used, and seeing it here only manages to infuriate me further. “Carter?” I yell.
No answer.
Jerk.
Heading into the kitchen I used to call my own, I find nothing before checking the living room. Nothing. I dart up the stairs, having to wrap my hands around my stomach because my pace is too fast for comfort. I get only halfway before having to walk because, let’s face it, being seven months pregnant with twins isn’t easy.
Reaching the top, I push through every door and take a quick look inside, but come to a screeching stop when I push open the door right next to Carter’s bedroom and find it completely dressed with the sweetest nursery I’ve ever seen.
Two beautiful cribs look back at me with a soft mat in the center, and a fully stocked changing table stands in the corner of the room. My emotions start swirling up inside of me, and I suck in a subtle gasp, my hand over my mouth as I step deeper into the beautiful nursery.
My eyes sting with unshed tears.
Fuck, I can’t handle these hormones.
Making my way around the room, I notice how there are two of everything, even in the closet, matching little suits and booties. Fuck me. The tears start to fall, and I can barely hold myself together. My bottom lip wobbles, and I find myself breaking into a box of tissues to dry my face.