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)
“Who the fuck is Sai and what makes you think your dad doesn’t already have people there looking or isn’t already on his way himself? Not that I care.”
“Don’t start,” she cuts me off, the conversation a repetitive one. “And I’m sure he does, but Sai is keeping watch and he’s parked outside the gates waiting. He’s my driver and guard and has been since I was little. I think I told you about him.”
“You didn’t. Why was your dad looking for you? Why go searching instead of calling?”
When she says nothing, my eyes slice her way expectantly.
I slam the brakes, her hands shooting out to keep herself from eating the plastic of the dash.
“What the fuck?!” she shouts.
“Tell me.”
“Drive.”
I pull the keys out, roll the window down and wind my arm back.
Her hand locks around my wrist, halting me. “Wait, stop! Shit.”
Sitting back, I give her a blank expression. “Why you still keeping shit from me? If something is wrong, I need to know.”
“The less you know, the safer you are.”
I grip the back of her neck, yanking her face to mine, my brows snapping low in the center. “Never try to protect me. Do you understand me? That is my job. Whether you’re aware of it or not, I am your first line of defense.”
She frowns, questioning me silently, but I give her a squeeze, and finally, she nods.
Sticking the keys back in the ignition, I put the car back in drive and start moving.
“My sister—”
“Is supposed to marry someone and bailed?”
She gapes at me. “How do you know that?”
“Put a few things together.” With the help of Delta, but I don’t tell her that. “What’s this got to do with you? He comin’ for her?”
“He should. It’s the ultimate disrespect to the Fikile name to make a deal and back out of it.”
Fikile, need to remember that.
“My dad says he has no idea she’s gone, but it’s been weeks since she came home, and we can’t find any movement on him. Bronx said he’s in Costa Rica, so my dad must know this, but it doesn’t make sense. Enzo’s people would have called and told him. He would have come. The only reason she’s back at Greyson Manor is that my dad thinks he won’t step onto the grounds. And now he’s got her back at Greyson Elite with every other asshole who probably already told their parents all about her returning. And now people are wondering what the hell’s going on being the gala is two days from now, and that’s probably why he’s here looking for me right now unless something else happened he hasn’t told me and—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, chill, baby.” I reach over, squeezing her thigh. “Slow down. So you think this Enzo Fikile wants to send a message, show no one can fuck him and get away with it?”
“That’s exactly what he will want,” she says, so fucking sure.
“What if he just wants his girl back?”
She gapes at me, her expression clearly saying, Did you seriously just say that right now?
Popping a shoulder, I face the road. “That’s all I’d want. I’d want you and I’d come fucking find you.”
She’s quiet, so I take a quick glance.
“Keep talking,” I tell her.
She rolls her eyes. “It just doesn’t make sense.”
“So you think your dad’s hiding something from you? Am I getting that right?”
“He has to be.”
“What reason would he have to do that?”
“I don’t know.” She drops her head back with a huff. “I have gone over it a thousand times in my head, with the girls, with—” she cuts herself off, eyes snapping my way briefly. “Dom and the others. My sister won’t say anything other than she was ignored by his staff, and supposedly, no one even looked at her, so she’s fully convinced no one would notice—foolish girl is convinced she’s invisible and not worth other’s time or something.” She mumbles the last part, more to herself than me. “She says they brought her food, but she had a fully stocked kitchen in the wing where he put her, so she thinks because of that, it covers those being left untouched. Who knows.” She lifts one shoulder, looking out the side window, her tone betraying the words that leave her next. “Maybe she’s right.”
We’re both left to our own thoughts the last couple minutes of the drive and then she’s telling me to pull up behind a black town car. Kylo hops out, running back this way, his dark hair flopping all over the place.
“Your guard.” My mind is running. “Do you trust him, too?”
Rocklin nods, reaching up to touch my face as Kylo waits outside the door, eyes bouncing around like a good guard dog. “He’s the only reason I am able to be here. He trusts me and my judgment.”