Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
My grip tightened on the papers. What the fuck had she gotten herself into? There was nothing incriminating after she’d hooked up with Hayes. For the six months, they had been together, her record was clear. If someone was after her, then they had to be after her because she’d been the only one not left dead in that house. She’d escaped. We’d put her on their radar.
“Fuck,” I grunted, trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do with her.
“Want me to get a room ready for her?” Gage asked, still grinning.
I glared at him. I knew what the fucker was thinking. He wanted her at his disposal. That shit wasn’t happening. She might be a liar and a slut, but at least Hayes hadn’t died without having had a hot piece of ass. Slamming the papers down on the desk, I turned to see Levi walking into the office.
“You look thrilled about the sis-in-law,” he drawled with a smirk. “Her place is torn the fuck up. Barely found her anything worth salvaging. She can’t go back there, so I vote she stays here. We need a cook. Gina’s gone, and I’m tired of not getting a hot meal.”
“I’m behind that idea,” Gage piped up. “She can take Gina’s spot. In the kitchen and on my cock.”
Like hell. He’d been ready to kill her. Held a gun to her head twice. Fucker wasn’t getting his damn cock anywhere near her.
“No,” I said, stalking toward the door.
“To the cooking or the fucking?” Levi asked.
“Only cock she’s riding is mine,” I growled before walking out. “And only once or twice,” I muttered. Just to fuck her out of my system.
I’d had to rub one out after getting sucked off and fucking the bitch I’d had over earlier. Seeing those big brown eyes watching Destiny between my legs messed with me. That juicy, bare ass was the reason I’d needed an outlet to begin with. Then, she’d appeared, and I’d gagged Destiny with my load.
Hayes would hate me for this. Even if he’d known about her past. But I wasn’t Hayes. I didn’t have damn morals. I fucked when and how I wanted to. No remorse, no attachments. And Hayes was dead.
Slamming my fist into the brick wall, I took out my frustration.
Seven
Trinity
It was two hours before I heard footsteps on the stairs. I’d sat silently on the sofa, staring at the wall, trying not to think about what I’d seen.
How was I going to look at this man after all this? Please let me be going home now.
I didn’t turn to see him walk into the room. I stayed where I was, studying my hands that I twisted in my lap. A tray of food was put down on the coffee table in front of me, and my stomach growled at the sight of the pizza. Old habits died hard, and my first thought was to grab a piece of pizza and cram it in my mouth while I had a chance. Thankfully, years of teaching myself control kept me from embarrassing myself further.
Lifting my gaze to meet his, I started to say thank you, but he spoke first.
“Take a bath or shower when you want. Here is a shirt you can sleep in. There are extra toothbrushes under the sink,” he said, then turned and headed to leave me.
I stood up quickly. “Wait. You’re leaving me down here? All night?”
He stopped and turned back around to look at me. “Yes.”
“Why? You checked me for a tracker. Can’t I go home now?” Please let me go home.
I couldn’t stay down here. No matter how nice it was, I was exhausted from battling my inner demons to keep myself alert.
He shook his head. “No,” he replied, then turned and went back to the stairs.
I opened my mouth to plead with him, but he was gone. I stood there, feeling hopeless. When the door upstairs closed, I sank back down and looked at the pizza. Grabbing a slice, I began to eat it like the starved kid I had once been. He wasn’t going to make me go without food. Perhaps he was just waiting on the background check to come back. How long did those take?
Swallowing the slice, I grabbed another, but didn’t eat it as quickly. My stomach would rebel if I ate too much. I picked up the bottle of water he’d brought and took a long drink.
This was going to be fine. I’d faced worse. I could survive this.
Finishing the pizza, I drank down the rest of the bottle of water, then stood up to go get a shower. I felt dirty and wanted to wash this day from my body. The threat of anxiety tried to creep in, and I fought it. This would not get to me. I could live through this. They would see I was harmless soon and let me go.