Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“I ain’t watching you go down this path again,” I mumble under my breath while heading for the door. “You want to give that fuck-face exactly what he wants by fucking yourself over, go ahead, but don’t expect me to watch.”
“Did I ask your opinion?” Ghost asks, his voice a roar.
I spin to face him. “Nah, but if you did…” I nudge my head to the monitor at his side that shows Katie being guided outside by Kirill, “… you would recognize that she can’t stand sitting next to that fucker.” Nothing but pure rage is heard in my words when I shout, “He fucking stomped on her, so why the fuck would she lie with him?”
“Because she wants to live!”
I mock him with a bitter laugh before farewelling him a two-fingered salute. “You’re fucked in the head.”
I’m so fucking angry, I walk the halls for a couple of minutes, pacing and yanking at my hair. I can’t go back to my room just yet because if I do, I’ll take my anger out on the wrong person.
I refuse to do that, so I continue pacing while rambling incessantly under my breath.
How fucking blind is he?
How can he not see that Kirill is fucking with his head?
I swear I’m only muttering in my head but find it hard to believe when someone answers my quiet murmurs, “Because this is far more deviant than your little head can handle.”
I’ve never had an interest in smacking a woman until this one stops in front of me. Stace is still wearing a dress that seems more suitable for a skirt, and a way too fucking haughty smile considering she left Ghost’s office within ten minutes of arriving.
He can make out all he wants that he’s a minute man, but I know he is full of shit. We shared a couple of girls back in the day. His staying power is as durable as mine.
When Stace’s fake-ass nails rake across my chest, I snatch up her wrist then clamp down hard. “Don’t fucking touch me.” I glare at her long enough she gets the point that no woman but Anastasia can caress our daughter’s feet before I push her away from me with force.
She skids across the pricy marble tiles, her slide only ending when she hits the wall. She looks set to scream out an array of cuss words but a commotion in the foyer steals our focus. Lera and Sofia are being guided out of the compound by Kirill.
Unlike the one time Ghost tried to free Sofia from her miserable existence, she isn’t fighting Kirill or clawing his arms with her nails. She’s leaving willingly, resulting in me having no choice but to follow them.
Ghost would never willingly let them go, and I owe him more than a pat on the back.
As I follow Kirill’s SUV several spaces back with my headlights turned off, I send Ana a message.
Me:
Don’t leave your room for anything or anyone.
She replies with a thumbs up, which is unlike her, but understandable if this pregnancy is anything like her first one. She spent most of her evenings with her head in the toilet.
After thumbing out the words I should have never kept from her, even with me believing my father used them to keep my mother tethered to him, I try Ghost’s cell again.
It rings and rings and rings, only connecting when Kirill pulls into the back of the monastery Katie’s been living in for the past two months.
“What?” he barks out, his voice indicating he went for more than three lines of coke.
“Thought drugs were meant to make you mellow?” I snap out before I can stop myself. He sounds miserable, but it serves him right. He could have chosen better.
Realizing now is not the time for a morals lecture, I snap out, “Kirill moved Sofia and Lera to the monastery.”
“What?” This one is more panicked than his greeting. A second after the creak of his office chair sounds down the line, Ghost’s deep huff booms into my ear. “What the fuck? How could I not have heard them?” I hear him scrub a hand over the stubble on his chin before he mutters, “Sofia was here only minutes ago. She didn’t say anything.” This is the perfect time for me to remind him to take a closer look at his baby sister, but I bite my tongue when he murmurs, “Is Katie there?”
Even spaced the fuck out, he can’t get her off his mind.
“Yeah.” I roll down the window, letting in some of the icy air making my breaths white. “She’s sitting by the window.”
I’m confused by the sound of paper crunching under his feet but don’t look into it further when Ghost asks, “Is she eating? She hardly ate a thing here. She must be hungry.”