Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 111329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
I wanted him to get angry, but the bastard smiles, seemingly proud. “Oh, I am more than ready for you to hold the Graven name, until then I need to make sure the bargain is being held. Call it a protection plan.”
“She said no.” Captain steps forward. “Terms were set when we left, this wasn’t in it. These are our people, we handle what needs handling. That’s not changing.”
Donley eyes him and after a few moments a deep, satisfied sigh leaves him. He turns to Rolland who wears no expression at all and pats his back. “This is the start of a beautiful thing, I can feel it in my bones.” With that, he walks away.
With a strange frown, Perkins follows after him.
Rolland steps up to Maddoc, but Maddoc says nothing, shouldering past him, past us all and takes off down the hall.
I bite my tongue to stop myself from screaming, dig my toes into my shoes to keep from running, and glance at Cap, whose face grows tighter with Maddoc’s every step taken.
Royce steps up, his tone angry but his eyes soft. He whispers, “the girl was dad’s idea. She’s nothing, RaeRae.”
I nod, swallow, and plug my earbuds in as an excuse to ignore everyone around me, but the music isn’t enough.
Nothing will ever be enough.
I have no fucking clue how I ended up here, or how I got in for that matter, but I’m standing just inside the entryway, my back against the door.
I glance around, making sure no one is near, then push off the wall.
I’m sloppy on my feet – a half dozen shots will do that to you – so I stumble a few times, catching myself on the back of the sofa as I pass it.
My eyes cut across the darkened room, finding no one coming to check out the sound.
The staff must be off duty, guards who the hell knows where.
Not here.
I keep down the hall, gripping my bat tighter when the smell of a fresh cut Cuban hits my nostrils.
I blink hard, pulling in my focus as much as possible and straighten to my full height.
My footsteps are silent, my pulse screaming in my ears as I enter Donley’s office.
His chair is turned, only the silver of his hair to be seen over the edge of the seat. The smoke of his cigar fanning out over his head.
The piece of shit claiming what’s not his, threatening what’s ours, taking what’s mine.
My lip curls, my fingers twisting against the rubber grip.
I take a single step right, raise the barrel, and with every ounce of strength the alcohol allows, I swing.
A loud growl leaves me, the snap of a bone against metal following.
He falls from his chair, shrieking like a little bitch and I walk around.
My eyes narrowing when I find a random fucking face, bloodied at my feet.
In the same second, a hard object smacks against my spine, my shoulders bowing as I fall to the floor with a groan.
My head snaps around, finding Donley standing there with a glare, a security guard at each of his sides.
Guess I wasn’t as quiet as I thought.
When one of them raises a baton, I lift my hands to block it, but my movement is too slow, and in the next second everything goes black.
The loud screech of tires has me shifting in my seat.
Headlights shine through the trees, and I glance back at the line of cars parked.
Rolland’s, Maddoc’s, and Royce’s, all accounted for.
I slowly push my door open and step out right as the brakes squeal with a purposeful, last second stop.
Captain and Royce burst out the front, Rolland behind them and my head snaps back to the town car as the rear door is thrown open.
Maddoc’s body slams against the gravel.
I gasp and dart forward, but suddenly, Royce’s hands are around my elbows, Captain already at Maddoc’s side.
I let out a breath when he pushes to his ass, his head wobbling as he does, only for my anger to flare instantly when I spot the blood covering his temple.
My jaw tightens and I slice my eyes to Donley.
“Keep a better eye on your boy, Rolland.” He buttons his suit jacket. “Or we won’t bring him back next time.”
“Fuck you,” Maddoc spits, allowing Captain to drag him to his feet, only to yank away from him.
He doesn’t look at any of us, but storms into the house, Rolland on his heels.
“Get the fuck out, Donley. You’re not welcome on these grounds,” Royce forces past clenched teeth, letting me go and rushing into the house.
Captain walks backward toward me, and Donley’s eyes shift between ours a moment.
I step forward, my body shaking.
“Raven,” Captain speaks under his breath. “Don’t.”
My feet don’t stop until I’m inches from Donley.
“Ah.” He studies me. “Princess, fancy seeing you here, since I do believe you said you would not be.”