Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Well, shit. To be completely honest, I kind of forgot about Roman during all of this, yet I’m relieved as it’s one less life that Lucien was able to take. I don’t know how Roman’s life is going to change from here or if he’s the kind of guy who’ll let it slide off him like water off a duck’s back, but at least he has a shot at life and that’s all that matters.
It’s only 11 am but after the last few days I’ve had, my exhaustion quickly creeps up on me as a yawn rips out of my body. “Come on,” Slade says. “Let me take you home to rest. You can come back tomorrow and bug your brother then, but to be honest, with him coming home next week, he might need the few extra days of peace before he’s bombarded with all things Skylah.”
“Yeah, good point,” Blake mutters. “And besides, you’re going to ruin my game. I’ve got this thing going with one of the nurses and she’s going to be put off by my sister hanging around all the time.”
My mouth drops as I stare at my brother. “First off, you little turd, you have no game. She probably just feels sorry for the NBA hopeful who can’t scratch his own ass right now. And second, does she know you’re still a baby? You’re only seventeen.”
He grins. “She might have forgotten to check my birthday and is assuming I’m nineteen, but it’s fine. She’s a student. She’s twenty-one.”
“For fuck’s sake,” I groan, getting up and meeting Slade by the door. “You’re going to get that poor girl arrested.”
Blake shrugs. “She’d like that. She has daddy issues.”
Slade groans and curls his arm around my waist, pulling me toward the door. “Alright, we’re out,” he tells Blake. “I’ll bring her around again tomorrow and you two can fight over who has the biggest dick.”
I scoff. “Please, that’s not even a fight worth having. We both know I do.”
Slade groans and pushes me out the door, closing it behind him so Blake doesn’t have to listen to the repetitive sounds of the hospital.
We get about four steps down the hallway when a nurse with a big set of tits and a nasty grin on her face starts heading for Blake’s door. I watch her pass and look back over my shoulder, hoping this chick isn’t heading for Blake’s door but as she stops and reaches the handle, I see red. “HE’S SEVENTEEN,” I call at her back.
She looks my way but Slade is quick to grab me and force my attention back in front of me. “You’re such a cock-block.”
I roll my eyes. “Whatever, the kid probably can’t even use it at the moment.”
“Trust me,” Slade says with a groan. “He can. He told me all about it. I swear Blake and Damian are way too open about the shit they get up to. If they weren’t at each other’s throats all the time, they’d be the perfect bitch couple.”
A shiver runs down my back at the thought of my little brother spending unnecessary time with Damian Wilder. It could only mean horrible things.
We get out to the parking lot and within moments, Slade is driving me back home. It’s only a few minutes’ drive but it feels like it takes forever and by the time he’s pulling into my empty driveway, I’m nearly asleep in the front seat.
Seeing my home has a spark lighting within me and I swing open the passenger side door before racing for my front door with tears of joy in my eyes. I never thought I’d see this place again. I never thought I’d see Slade or Blake, and I sure as hell didn’t think I’d be seeing Shaylee.
I’m so damn grateful to have them all in my life, loving me so fiercely and protectively. They’re everything I could want in a family.
Slade pulls a front door key from his pocket and I don’t even bother wondering how he got that as before I have a second to think about it, the door is open and the smell of home rushes in and smacks me in the face.
My overwhelming emotions have Slade picking me up and physically taking me inside my home as putting one foot in front of another is just too much for me to handle.
He takes me in and I resist saying hello to my couch, my kitchen, the dining table, and the bathroom which has given me so many beautifully perfect showers. It takes me all of three seconds to figure out that Shaylee isn’t home but it’s a weekday. She’d be at work, most likely stressing about where the hell I am, but she’ll be home tonight and when she is, it’s time to party.
Slade walks through to my bedroom and practically collapses down on to my bed. My head hits the pillow and exhaustion takes over me. There’s nothing I've dreamed about more than being home in my own bed.