Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Cass watched me in sympathy and then shook her head. She called out to me as she started putting the groceries away.
“Cain won’t like that, Kelly.”
I grabbed some stuff and helped her, but I held back the ice cream. I got out two bowls instead.
“Bowls or just spoons?”
She gave me a conspiratorial smile.
“Spoons!”
We sat together and dug into the ice cream. There wouldn’t be any left over for the boys, but I didn’t care. They had fresh air and sunshine! We were going to eat the hell out of this ice cream.
Cass sucked a big bite off her spoon and wagged it at me.
“You are playing with fire, you know. You don’t want to make Cain mad. Just ask him.”
I took a big bite and smiled at her, feeling more nervous than I let on.
“You let me worry about Cain.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
The Killer
Pretty little piggies.
I stared at the girl through the window through the scope of my rifle. She was in there, with the other one. The one who had kept quiet about what she saw.
Two sexy little angels.
That’s what they looked like together. Dante had said to keep hands off Mason’s girl, Sapphire. The one with the blue eyes. He’d wanted her for himself. He was gone but I was going to leave her be, for now.
But the other one . . . I could have some fun with her before I put her down. She was juicy, all right. Fresh and young and put together perfectly. That made her even more fun to take apart. Innocent but with a body that would drive a saint to sin. And I was no saint. Having her before I put her down would be the icing on the cake.
Even better yet, she was Cain’s.
He was the one I wanted to hurt.
He was the one I wanted to suffer.
That fucker had been a thorn in my side, in Dante’s side, since the beginning. Nobody was more arrogant. Nobody looked down on us Raisers more. And fucking Shane couldn’t be bothered to wage the war I was itching for. He was too busy courting death on the road with insanely reckless driving and pounding booze. He made Evil Canevil look like a Boy Scout. So I was gonna have to settle the score myself. Settle it, and then some.
One little piggy at a time.
I smiled to myself, wondering if she would cry when I cut off pieces of her. Starting with her little piggies.
I sure hoped so.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Cain
I whistled through my teeth as I pulled into Connor’s driveway. It had been two weeks since the girls went on lockdown. Kelly was going stir-crazy, I knew. I felt bad but it couldn’t be helped. I was hoping that planning a wedding would take her mind off things.
Not just any wedding, either.
Our wedding.
The ring I’d picked out weeks ago was burning a hole in my pocket. I was ready to make her mine, once and for all. I’d been ready since the first damn night more than two years ago. I’d known, even if I hadn’t wanted to face it.
I’d known she was mine the first second.
Hell, it felt like I’d been waiting for her my whole damn life. I didn’t want to wait anymore. Especially now. I wanted her safe under my roof, and on my watch, not Connor’s.
It was stupid, being jealous of her brother like that. But I was. I frowned, realizing Mason and Con went through the same thing over Cassie. They seemed to have reached some sort of peace, though I was pretty sure they still thought each other was a giant pain in the ass.
I wondered if Con and I were going to be at odds for the rest of our damn lives. I knew she was his precious little sister first. But she was mine last.
Well, it didn’t matter a damn bit what he thought. She belonged to me, and he was just going to have to get used to that. And if I didn’t get her alone somewhere soon, I was going to fucking explode.
Literally.
I wondered if blue balls had ever been fatal.
So, yeah, I was proposing tonight. This was going down. And then try and let Connor tell me I couldn’t fuck my own woman!
I took the steps two at a time, eager to see her. I knocked and waited. And waited. I knocked again, my irritation starting to mount. Finally, I heard footsteps. Cassie opened the door, looking like I’d woken her from a nap.
“Cain? Is everything okay?”
“I’m here to see Kelly.”
“Oh.” She looked around. “Let me get her.”
She called out for Kelly. Nothing. I called out. No sound, except the ticking of the clock in the kitchen. We looked at each other, both of us thinking the same thing. We started running through the house. I took the upstairs, tearing through the rooms. I even checked the nursery with two sleeping kids, but quietly. Dread was thudding in my veins as I came downstairs to see Cass standing in the kitchen, holding her head in her hands.