Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 102693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“Good,” I say, bringing my eyes to Hector. “I don’t want to put another Stuprum on that island, if you feel me.”
Hector’s eyes bore into mine. I read the questions I know he wants to ask. “She’s a Hayes before she’s a Vitiosis or a Stuprum.”
“Eh, wrong,” I say, stretching my leg out in front of me. Bishop kicks my foot in an attempt to shut me up, but it doesn’t work. “She’s a Vitiosis before she’s anything else.”
“A Hayes by blood,” Hector adds, and I can’t help it.
The corner of my mouth curves, flashing my straight teeth. “Sure about that?” He won’t catch my meaning because he doesn’t know me, but I don’t give a fuck.
“You fucked her?” Bishop jumps up from his chair, but my eyes are still on Hector. Bishop, on the other hand, knows me. “Fucker!” Bishop kicks my leg, and I finally release the hold I have on Hector and bring them to my annoying best friend.
“What gave it away…”
Nate chuckles. “Oh fuck…”
Raguel sighs.
I smirk up at Bishop. “B, I got your back, but if you don’t back the fuck up from Saint, then we’re going to have problems. You are in her life because I allowed it. She has been under my protection since she was two years old. I ain’t gonna hurt her. I will kill a motherfucker who comes near her first.”
Bishop leans down, his hands on either side of my chair and his snarl so far deep on his mouth that if I wasn’t me, I’d probably be shaking in my boots. Most men would piss their pants at how he’s glaring at me, but I remain passive. Not-fucking-bothered.
I flick my tongue at him. “Wanna kiss me? That why you’re so close?”
Bishop’s jaw clenches, and I’m distracted when I notice his eyes sunken around the edges. It snaps me back to the present, bringing my mind back to an even level. He’s always on edge for a reason, and it ain’t my job as a best friend to make more issues for him, and aside from that, I am glad he has taken to Saint the way he has. This way we can share the load. Distribute it evenly.
“Fuck.” I shake my head, rubbing my eyes with the backs of my hands. “Go sit down, B.” His head hangs between his shoulders in defeat, before he pushes away and falls back onto his chair, but not before swiping the bottle of whiskey on the office table and flicking off the lid. He brings it to his mouth, and I watch as every single person in the room glares at him with worried eyes.
I reach over and confiscate the bottle out of his grip, just to save the lecture from Hector. “Why did you call this meeting?”
Hector leans back in his chair, shaking his head at his son. “I know you’re all busy tonight and I personally can’t wait to see what you have planned, but you need to go track for a couple hours. I have two—” Hector pauses, his eyes back on Bishop. “Son, I need your full attention.”
Bishop waves his hand. “You got it. I know my priorities. So a couple people might die through my transition, it doesn’t matter.”
“Jesus fuck. Someone call Madison already…” Hunter grumbles under his breath. I think we’re all glad Bishop doesn’t hear.
Hector continues. “I need you on track.”
“I just ran one a few nights ago. Again?” I say, though my attention never wavers from Bishop.
Hector nods. “Two gangs aren’t playing house. You need to reinforce the rules that were put in place with their leaders. I’ve set up a meet and will send you the address. They will be armed, and no doubt they’ll be angry. Just be careful.”
“Always am,” I murmur. I tilt my head at Nate. “Ready?”
Nate smirks at me. “Let’s. Make it. Rain.”
He was older than me. Maybe by five years. He sat at the edge of the bed, naked. His shoulders rose and fell with each breath. His hair was long, tied to the nape of his neck. Maybe he was even older than that. I didn’t understand why he was here. There was never anyone far from my age. I had to think of Saint. I had to keep her safe. I would do what I had to do.
“Your father sent me,” was all he said, and I knew right then and there he may have been even older. He turned his head over his shoulder, and I got the first look at his profile. His brows were blond, his beard too. Early twenties, maybe? A fucking lot older than I initially thought he was.
I didn’t speak. I never did on these nights. Would prefer Silver back than this dude. What was he even doing here?
He turned his body around to face me, standing to his full height. His cock was hard, which was fucking weird. His pubic hair thick and blond, just like the color of his beard, but there were dark dried spots on his skin.