Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
“Colton?” Milo says, not used to having me on the other end of a call. “What’s up?”
“Have you heard from Ocean? She never came home today.”
“The fuck? What do you mean she never came home? She texted this morning, checking that my nurses were playing nice.”
“Did you hear from her after that?”
There’s a slight pause, and I can almost hear the questions and horrors flying through his mind. “No,” he finally says, his voice low and tortured. “What’s going on? Did something happen? Where is she?”
I press my lips into a firm line and let out another slow breath. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
I end the call and am about to try Hendrix when chaos down the hall has my phone dropping to my side. What the fuck is that? It sounds like a herd of elephants running through my house, and if Maria’s loud shriek is anything to go by, I’d say it’s anyone but Ocean.
I dart out of the living room and fly up the hall, following the sound of random men storming through my home. “Where is he?” someone calls through the house as I hear Cora shriek and fly back up the stairs, telling me that whoever these people are, they’re no friends of ours.
The last time someone raided my home, the only motherly figure in my life was brutally shot and murdered, and I’m not about to sit back and allow that bullshit to happen again.
I move faster, determined to figure out why these people are in my home, but Maria’s yells have my fears easing. “I don’t care who you think you are. You can’t just storm through here like you do back home. Besides, Ocean isn’t even here. This isn’t some trashy bar, this is a private home, and you need to leave.”
“We’re not here for Ocean,” one of the guys snap back at her. “We know exactly where she is, which is why we’re here.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
No response comes as I turn the corner and finally find them. Ocean’s three little bodyguards; Sebastian, Elijah, and Kairo. They look pissed. “Where is she?” I demand, walking straight up to them as Maria hovers beside us looking lost and confused.
Kairo doesn’t stop, just keeps walking straight into me, slamming his hands against my chest and pushing me back a step. “What the fuck did you do to her?”
“Excuse me?” I spit, pushing him right back into his friends and watching the astonishment on their faces that I was capable of moving him. But, honestly, if they think I’m about to sit back and let them go on with this bullshit, then they are sorely mistaken. “Where the fuck do you get off coming into my home and demanding some bullshit explanation out of me? I haven’t done shit to Ocean. I have no fucking clue where she is, but clearly, that’s not the case with you.”
“What on earth is going on here?” Maria demands, pushing herself between us. “Someone tell me where my daughter is right this very second.”
Elijah cringes and drops his gaze to Maria but not after sending a glare my way. “She walked into the Wolf Den this morning and hasn’t come out since.”
My eyes bug out of my head as my heart begins to race for my girl. “The fuck? The Wolf Den? As in the fucking gang that her father was a part of? The fucking pricks who branded her in the street?”
Maria instantly starts shaking her head, her face growing pale as fear floods through her. “Keep up, rich boy,” Elijah says, stepping forward as though he’s the one playing point tonight. He gets right in my face, his jaw clenched and hands balled into tight fists, instantly setting me off. “I’m not here to give you a history lesson on Ocean’s life, I’m here to find out what the fuck you did to her that made her make such a fucking stupid decision.”
I push him back, demanding my space. “I didn’t do shit. Everything is good between us, but if you’re looking for a reason, perhaps look at yourself. You fucking Widows have done nothing but cause shit for her over and over again. Your overprotective and possessive bullshit is killing her. She just wants a fucking break from the drama.”
“Don’t fucking start with me,” Elijah says, completely on edge. “She wouldn’t just walk in there like that unless you freaked out over the fucking baby. What did you say to her?”
“Baby?” I question. “What fucking baby?”
The Widows go quiet and glance around at each other, confusion marking their faces. Sebastian turns to Kairo. “She didn’t tell him.”
He shakes his head. “No, then it’s got to be something else. Some bullshit argument with Nic isn’t enough to have her risking everything and walking in there.”