Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 126096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
It’s a whole clusterfuck but after a few minutes of back and forth bullshit, Mom and Harrison realize there’s a party going on without them and scramble away, though Mom doesn’t leave without a promise that this isn’t over.
I drop down onto the couch while needing something … anything to help the anger fade from within my chest. I’d give anything to go back into that party and make them pay all over again. Hell, if I could just get my hands on them.
I’ve never been one for using a gun but knowing it’s safely tucked into the back of my underwear drawer makes it incredibly appealing. I could just scare Jude with it a little.
The door opens and I glare at the wall “Fuck off,” I yell over the couch.
“Well, that’s no way to talk to the guy who could make it all go away.”
My eyes bug out again and I throw myself off the couch and run into Nic’s open arms. “What are you doing here?” I demand, crushing my face into his solid chest and hating the way my messed up emotions have tears streaming from my eyes.
“Milo called.”
I let out a soft groan. “Of course he did.”
“I was close by so … you know.”
I nod my head against his chest, breathing him in and hoping his presence is enough to make the anger fade, but it doesn’t work the way it has a million times before. I glance up. “You were close by?” I ask, raising a brow and knowing that means he had gang-related business around here but the question is what? What kind of people in Bellevue Springs would have business with a Black Widow?
Nic shakes his head. “You know, I really don't understand why you keep asking. I’ve never told you before, so why the hell would I start now?”
“Good point,” I murmur, dropping my gaze.
“Do you need me to go and fuck up some rich boys?”
I let out a sigh. While the idea is appealing, they’ve already fucked up Jude and it didn’t help to reel him in. Our usual tactics don’t work with these people. They don’t get intimidated the same way people back home do because they have nothing to lose. They will always have money at their back and that speaks so much louder than anything else.
Nic shuffles around and motions to a bag on his back. “Come on,” he says with a familiar sparkle in his eyes that has excitement shooting through me. “I’ve got just the thing that would cheer you up.”
With that, Nic takes my hand and pulls me straight back out the open door. He leads me around the back of the property and as we go, I can’t help but notice Colton Carrington slipping out of the party and cutting though the gardens the same way I had gone.
I watch him as Nic pulls me along. Judging by the direction that Colton is walking, he’s aiming for the pool house, but why? To make things worse? To check on me? To make sure I’ve been thoroughly punished? Who the fuck knows? I’ve come to learn that where Colton Carrington is concerned, it could mean absolutely anything.
As if sensing my gaze on him, his eyes snap up and zone in on mine.
I narrow my eyes as he stops in his tracks.
He watches, taking me in and scanning his heavy gaze over Nic’s hand in mine and for a moment, I'd dare say he looked … jealous, but that can’t be right. What the hell does he have to be jealous of?
Nic pulls on my hand and we fall behind the back portion of the mansion and as we do, Colton Carrington slips from my mind. I guess it’s right what they say; out of sight, out of mind.
Nic walks a little further before coming to a stop and dropping the bag at my feet as he beams up at the back wall of the house. “Here,” he says, opening his arms wide and grinning up at the wall. “A blank canvas.”
My brows furrow but as I bend down and peer inside the bag, a wide grin cuts across my face
Hell to the mother fucking yes.
Chapter 14
“Get up,” a loud, booming voice demands just moments before something lands heavily on my stomach.
My eyes fly open to find my bag thrown across my bed and Colton Carrington staring down at me, very noticeably taking in the way my tank is glued to my body like a second skin and all twisted around from a night of restless sleep. “Get the hell out of my room, dickhead. You know, with how often you were bugging me, people will assume that you have a sick obsession with the help. They have people committed for that kind of shit.”
“You fucking wish,” he scowls. “Now get the fuck up. You’re coming with me.”