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)
When we reach the others in the foyer, I’m surprised to find Kylo in a suit rather than his Greyson uniform.
My expression must give me away as he nods his chin.
“He’s moving in with me,” Bastian shares.
I look to Kenex, expecting anger or, I don’t know, sadness, but all I find is pride written across his face as if all he wanted for his little brother was for him to feel as if he belonged to the world that shunned him.
Even I shunned him, allowing my father’s words to alter my opinion rather than forming one of my own. What I’ve come to realize is I quite like him, Kenex too. They kept things entertaining for us when the world around us felt mundane, in between scheming and whatnot.
“You look nice in a suit,” I admit, and it’s like staring into my father’s eyes, the resemblance uncanny. “Almost as nice as our father.”
Kylo’s eyes widen the slightest bit, but I tug Bastian out the door before anything else can be said.
To say I’m as anxious as eager to get back to campus today is an understatement. The new students arrived this morning, Enzo’s little sister among them, but it’s more than that.
The day Bastian took his oath in front of the other Greyson families, swearing to protect me with his life, even though a guardian has never been the boss before, we swore to keep no secrets between us. He and I both know our lives could depend on it, but I held one back for myself. For today only, because it’s more of a present than a lie. It’s a prize he wants.
The gift of all gifts.
And I cannot wait for the moment his eyes connect the final dots.
Bastian
I never thought I’d like a monkey suit, but this baby is a solid A-fucking-plus. Dom proves himself more useful every day. His only flaw is one he can’t control, and that’s how every time I look at him, I think about how he knows what my girl’s insides feel like. And that he wanted to see her in a banging white dress, promising herself to him for all to see. Pretty sure I’m gonna hold on to that grudge until he finds himself a new obsession, and if my intuition is as right as it always is, I’ve got a sneaky fucking feeling he might have found her. Not that he’ll do anything about it.
No, she’s … beneath his standards, or so a rich boy might say.
Might have to help the girl out, stirring him up a bit and see what comes of it.
“Nervous?”
I look over at Bronx, lifting a brow. “Do I look nervous?”
She leans forward in the giant stretch Hummer they’ve switched to rather than taking separate town cars. “You look delicious.”
A smirk pulls at my lips, and I lean back, wiping at the Greyson ring on my finger. “I’m good, girl. Ready to get this shit over with so I can get back to work.”
“How’s the interrogation going, by the way?” Delta wonders.
I look to Ander, and he grins at his woman, jiggling his busted-up knuckles in front of her face.
“Going pretty damn good.” I laugh. “Your boy is … convincing.”
Alto scoffs and Anders’s grin grows wicked, but I’m not touching that shit. That’s between them, but I’ll admit, I’d like to hear the story of how their little relationship came to be.
I look to my woman, knowing damn well I couldn’t handle sharing her with someone else.
I don’t even like it when she touches herself ’cause I want to be the one to do it.
Sensing my eyes on hers, she looks my way, and my eyes fall to her throat when it bobs with a soft swallow she tries to hide.
She’s up to something, and it’s got nothing to do with the little box she swiped from my pocket when she came to me in my room … which is exactly why I put it in my left pocket, to begin with.
It’s probably burning a hole in her pocket, wondering what’s inside. I know she knows it’s not a ring. My brand is on her fucking ass and neck, hers on my neck and right hand. The world will never question if she’s taken or mine. They will know.
Eventually, I’ll tie her to me in the ways other people think are the most important and change her last name to Bishop, but I don’t need a piece of paper or a party to show she belongs to me.
She just fucking does and that’s never going to change.
But I think she’ll enjoy the jewelry inside that black velvet cube almost as much as I’ll enjoy feeling her put it on me.
Who knew they made pick piercings with initials on the tips?
Tonight, my cock will gleam with her name and then her lips with my cum.