Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Bells go off in my head. I had no idea Seth saw me and Ant that night. We were focused on Pit in the back of the squad car. I stayed with my bike and Ant’s car while he tried to get some answers.
“We should have run then,” Zander says. “Packed our shit and left this place behind. Went to stay at our parents’ vacation home or something, but no.
“He was determined to get you back. Then that Pitman fuck was released, and they came for Seth. Someone had to take the fall and my brother was thrown under the fucking bus.
“The DA wouldn’t get him out, but he was willing to make that call for me. All because of who you were. I swear he got what he deserved.
“My dad begged him, offered him money, but he refused. All the people involved were too well connected and they needed Seth to be the one left holding the bag.
“They killed him in there,” he chokes out. “They murdered my fucking brother.”
Seth was always chasing something. He was bound to wind up in there. I had nothing to do with that race.
This was all his own fault. I’m getting more annoyed the more he speaks. I hate people who blame others for their actions or lack thereof.
Seth lacked the ability to walk away from trouble. He, too, always pointed out what others did or didn’t do. Someone didn’t show up for a race, so he couldn’t pay out on time. When in fact, his take was bigger than the payout. He made sure it always worked out that way.
Or this one on his study team didn’t work as hard as him, so he got a bad grade. It was never his fault, although I read a few of his papers and they were always a bunch of fluff. He always did the bare minimum in group projects unless the task had to be done in front of the professor. Ugh, this is such bullshit.
“How is any of that my fault?” I hiss.
“Shut up, you fucking bitch. It’s all your fault. If you had just answered his call that night and told him he didn’t have a chance in hell because you married that bastard, he would have run with me. We would have been gone.”
“What do you want with me now?”
“You don’t get to have a happy life. Because of you, they took my brother from me. My mom and dad couldn’t hold it together after that shit. We lost everything. Meanwhile, you married into the elite circle he wanted to be in so bad.
“Your father wouldn’t have done shit for him. He couldn’t. They saw him as a fucking junkie.”
I snap. I already have so much regret about not making things right with my dad. I’m not about to allow him to sit here and talk trash about him.
I haul back and slug the shit out of him. His head snaps to the side and spit flies. The car swerves a bit.
I grab the steering wheel and right us. Horns blare from the oncoming traffic. All I can think about is making it home to my baby and husband.
I didn’t live this fucked-up life to have it all snatched from me now. This punk sucker punches me and pulls his gun to hold me at gunpoint.
“Try that shit again and I’ll put a bullet right in your head.”
“Isn’t that what you plan to do anyway?”
“Not before your husband comes to watch me do it. I want him to see what it’s like to have someone snatched from you. Then I’m going to put a bullet in his head too.”
I almost scoff in his face. There’s no way Ant’s going to allow his bitch ass to kill us both. I fold my arms across my chest.
My husband promised he’d come for me. I’m not even going to break a sweat with this clown now that I know his intentions. He’s bird food.
* * *
Ox
“Thanks for staying with him. Kid means a lot to Lex. This is hitting hard,” I say to Pit and Skittles.
“Do you think this is linked to Lex or the shooting?” Ven yawns.
“I’m sure it is in some way. This is Vander.”
“You never did get around to telling me what it was Uncle Blake wanted you to know,” Pit says while rubbing Skittles’s back.
“Oh yeah, but are you sure you want to know now,” I reply, looking at Skittles pointedly.
“I’m sleepy, but I’ll still kick your ass, Ox. Answer the man, I’m not leaving.”
Pit shakes his head. “You might as well spit it out. I’m not sitting up all night listening to her demand I tell her.”
I grunt and shrug. “You remember Seth Grayson?”
“The race runner?”
“Yeah, Lex dated him. That’s how I got into the race,” Skittles says.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Pit says. “He was picked up when they let me out. Didn’t he die in jail or something?”