Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Fuck, I want to taste it. Not yet. Soon, I’ll get to have her however I want her, whenever I want her.
I shut off the water, pulling myself from that memory. It’s only one of many. Getting out of the shower, I see the envelope on the counter. I open it up again and look over the photos in my hand. My heart races at the fact that she’s spreading her legs for someone else.
When did he come into her life? How had I missed it? It’s been a few weeks since I visited her. I’ve been busy with the Lords and unable to get away to see her. We’ve been so close to the vow ceremony that I thought I’d just wait. I was tired of torturing myself, getting her off but unable to get a taste. As of tomorrow, that will no longer be a problem.
Slamming it down, I place my hands on the edge of the counter and bow my head. It doesn’t matter. He won’t stop me from getting what I want. Lifting my eyes, I smile at myself. I love a challenge. And this will be my greatest one yet.
CHAPTER SIX
SIN
THE FOLLOWING NIGHT, I’m sitting in my Zenvo TSR-S, lights off and tucked back behind the tree line off the two-lane road.
The guy in my passenger seat is counting out the stack of hundred-dollar bills I gave him.
“No offense,” he mumbles.
“None taken.” I’d count that shit too. You can’t trust anyone these days.
He takes a few from the stack and hands them through the cracked window to the friend he brought standing outside the car. “Get ready,” he orders the guy.
“Nice doing business with you.” The kid laughs at me before walking around the front of my car and getting into his, parked next to me.
We wait silently. Adjusting in my seat, I feel the gun tucked into the back of my jeans. Like I said, you can’t trust anyone these days. I went to a hole-in-the-wall bar, made an offer to some men I knew wouldn’t refuse some cash, and struck a deal.
Here we are.
Sitting up straighter, I watch headlights come toward us. When the headlights pass us, we remain still, hidden by the tree line. The car sitting to my left turns theirs on and pulls out onto the road, following it.
About time, I turn on my lights and pull out onto the road, going in the opposite direction.
The house comes into view at the end of the road, and I pull into the driveway. It’s a white cottage tucked back into the woods of Pennsylvania. Secluded. Perfect place to hide bodies. There’s an old wives’ tale that these woods are haunted. That the Lords have buried so many men in the ground that if we ever had a flood, the bodies would rise and cover the street.
I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened. At twenty-two, my body count is five, and it’s only going to go up from there.
Coming to a stop, I see a car I recognize in the driveway. I expected it to be here. We sat tucked back in the trees when it drove by two hours ago on its way to this house.
Rolling my car to a stop, I pull the spare set of keys out of my pocket. “Take it straight there,” I order the man in my passenger seat.
He nods, taking them from me. Getting out of my car, he gets into the other, starts it up, and I watch it drive off just as my cell starts vibrating in my pocket.
“Hello?” I answer, turning toward the house.
“Dude, where the fuck are you?” my best friend Jayce barks into my ear. “The vow ceremony is about to start. Your chosen—”
“You can have her,” I interrupt him, knowing where this conversation is going and not caring.
He starts laughing, and I end the call when I make it to the back door. Just as I suspected, it’s unlocked. I gently push it open to step inside, holding my breath that it doesn’t squeak and alert anyone in the house of my presence. Closing it behind me, I tiptoe across the tile floor and quickly scan the room. It’s dark. The clock that hangs on the wall to my left tells me it’s a little after midnight.
I have an assignment. Get in, get a list together, and report the information that I document back to the Lords. Making my way down the hallway, I stop to take a look in the kitchen. Using my flashlight, I see a bottle of wine on the white counter. It’s empty along with two wineglasses. One has a very distinctive pink lipstick stain. I’d know it anywhere.
Turning away from the kitchen, I head toward the master suite. I’ve spent the past twenty-four hours studying the blueprints of this house, so I know where everything is.