Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
I look to my father. His entire life is dedicated to building the empire he has. He’s sacrificed so much, lost even more, including his wife. If I don’t take over the Revenaw name, it is all for nothing. The inevitable end of an era as Greyson becomes my purpose in life.
But as I look into my father’s grave eyes, he ever so slowly lowers his chin and then does something I don’t expect. He shifts them, looking to the man before me, the one still holding on and standing tall … the one who still has his gaze trained on me.
I look into his beautiful baby blues for a long moment, and then I step away from him, his hand only falling from my skin when it’s forced to as I face Calvin.
“A Greyson is required to finish school at Greyson Elite Academy. I’m not done and I won’t take the easy way out. When the time comes, I will take your seat.”
I turn my head, looking up into Bastian’s eyes once more.
He sees it, shaking his head slowly. “I did none of this for me, Rich Girl. I got what I want. I need nothing else.”
I nod because I believe him.
His words are true.
He was never after taking my world, he just wanted me, but along the way, he earned so much more … including the respect of my father, as twisted as it may have come.
He stole for me, killed for me, risked everything and held back nothing … for me. Forced my father’s hand, demanded he become the man I spoke of and take responsibility for his actions, gave him a chance to step back on the correct path. My father passed the test Bastian gave him, even just barely, but the only reason he was tested at all … was for me.
Not blood before all.
Love over all.
So I take his bloody hand as I look back to Calvin. “Call the union, let them know there is a new head of the Revenaw empire, and if they wish to meet him, they can come to him.”
Calvin gives a single nod as he steps forward, offering Bastian a hand.
“Welcome. I hope your stomach is made of stone.”
“Trust me.” He smirks. “It is.”
“You’ll need to choose your team. Two guards at least to start, and I imagine one will be the psycho who left with Enzo?”
Bastian nods.
“And a second?”
He looks to Dom, who gives a curt nod as if the two understand one another, and a small bout of dread fills me at the thought of losing Dom in our day-to-day operations. “Does anyone really have to ask?” he says.
But when Dom doesn’t so much as blink, rather standing tall and proud, I frown, glancing at Bastian, who looks to the right and drops his chin.
I follow his line of sight to Kylo, finding his tense gaze on his brother, but Kenex only grins, urging him forward, and my father’s omission comes back.
His blood. His son.
My brother …
My emotions grow thick as I watch him come to stand beside us and—
Wait.
My eyes snap to Bastian’s. “Where’s Boston?”
Bastian’s smile doubles, and I narrow my eyes.
Fuck. Here we go again …
Epilogue
Rocklin
One Month Later
He’s glaring at the cuffs of his jacket when I walk in, so I lean against the frame to admire him a moment.
His staple leather jacket hangs over the edge of his bed, retired for the day … and he didn’t have too much of a fit about it. Probably because this time, the suit he wears is one of the many he now owns. And goddamn, my man looks good wrapped in a sleek sheet of darkness, his hand and neck art … and the watch he was resolute about keeping—a good reminder to all, he said—only adding to the whole look at me wrong and die thing he’s got going on.
He’s downright mouthwatering.
“Keep looking at me like that, and we won’t be making it to the car.”
Smiling, I cross my arms. “Is that supposed to make me want to make it to the car … because now I’m not so sure I care if we go or not?”
“Liar.” He spins, his marble-like eyes finding mine. He waits, silently demanding I come to him.
Eager to oblige, I push off the frame, my heels clicking along the floor and not stopping until I’m right before him. My eyes instantly seek out my mark on his skin, and he knows it, his head tipping so I can see it even more.
The double-walled G is slightly raised against his skin, and while it already was a bold marking on his flesh, it wasn’t enough for him. He went and added his own little touch, intensifying it with ink and lacing script into it.
Hers, even in death.
Those words alone stir something deep inside me and when the rough pads of his fingertips brush along my jaw, his other hand skimming across the bare skin of my thighs, I realize my eyes have closed.