Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 133182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Gotta shower. Wanna join?” I ask and throw my clothes into the dirty clothes hamper.
“No,” she says easily, too easily, and it pisses me off for a moment.
It pisses me off that she so easily dismisses happy naked shower time.
Stopping and looking back at her, I frown. “You’re staring at my ass.”
It’s all good though, ‘cause I’ve got one hell of an ass.
“Let me see your phone for a second,” I say to Sophia after I’ve gotten fully dressed.
Meetings like the one I’m heading to are one of those dress clothes required type of deals, so I’ve put on a tie and suit.
Sitting on the couch with the fur babies curled up around her, she asks, “Uh, why?”
I make my face blank. “Just need to check it for a moment.”
When she finally hands her phone to me, I put it up against mine while walking toward the kitchen. Syncing it up so everything from hers transfers to mine.
She jumps off the couch and chases after me. “Hey! What are you doing?”
“Syncing your information so you don’t lose any of your contacts and shit,” I explain.
“Why?” she demands, trying to take it from my hands.
Ignoring her and turning my body so she can’t reach around me, I walk up to the kitchen sink and turn the faucet on full blast. Thrusting her phone under the water, I hold it there for a few seconds.
Once the screen fritzes and goes black, I pull the phone back.
Sophia just stares at me at first, her eyes growing wider and wider. Then her face darkens with anger.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she shrieks.
“Too easy to track you and too easy for you to do something stupid,” I say as I pull the steel hammer I use to tenderize meat out of a drawer.
Setting the phone on the counter, I slam the hammer down twice on the screen before calmly putting the hammer in the sink to wash later.
“I—” she yells at me.
“Beth,” is all I have to say to silence her instantly.
“That...” she sputters.
“Was just as serious as this. I’ll get you a new, secure phone while I’m out,” I say before grabbing my keys off the kitchen counter and heading for the garage door.
She fucked up when she led Beth’s father and his men to Johnathan’s house. Those men took Beth away from Johnathan.
I can’t leave without knowing Sophia won’t make the same mistake twice. Intentionally or unintentionally.
By taking away her phone, I’ve completely cut her off from the outside world.
Pushing the lockdown button right after I open the door to garage, I glance back at Sophia. She’s still livid.
A livid, sexy little goddess.
Fucking hell. I want to turn around right now and kiss those lips hard enough to bruise ‘em. I want to bend her over the counter and fuck her so hard my hips are sore for weeks.
“The house is on lockdown. No getting out and no getting in,” I say then point to the little touch screen monitor on the wall next to the door. “Me, Simon, Lucifer, and Oscar are all in there. Jude is too, but don’t call him. If you’re in danger, call one of us then go to the basement. Behind the bookshelf is a safe room. Pull the Tom Sawyer book to get the door open then pull the bookcase closed behind you.”
“What the hell?” Sophia gasps as I pull the door shut behind me.
Dammit all, I don’t want to leave right now. I want to be in bed, putting my dick so deep inside her she chokes.
8
Sophia
James closes the door to the garage behind him after giving me the little speech about the house being on lockdown mode, and the first thing I do is try to open it.
Grabbing the handle, I twist and pull, but nothing happens.
Scowling at the door, I flick the lock to the side and try again. But no matter which way the lock is turned, the door refuses to budge.
I hear his car start up then the sound of the garage door rolling up.
Abandoning this door, I head to the front of the house.
Through the front windows, I watch his black BMW pull out of the garage followed by the garage door sliding down behind him. Slowly, he rolls past the front of the house, and even though I can’t see them, I feel his eyes on me.
Burning into me.
Always burning into me.
Then he guns the engine and his car disappears down the driveway, swallowed by the trees.
Gritting my teeth, I’m not totally convinced the house is locked down like he said.
Because, who does that? Prisons?
I try the front door. Twisting, unlocking, yanking, then kicking it in frustration.
“What the hell is going on here? How is this even possible?” I ask out loud as I run my hands along the smooth surface, searching for whatever mechanism is keeping the door locked against me.