Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Theo pulled to the front of the drive and began implementing a U-turn, running over something large in the process. It felt like the whole front end lifted and then came back down.
“What was that?”
“Remember what I told you?” Judas asked versus answering my question. “Come here.” He pointed to the spot on the seat right beside him.
I slid around Romeo and moved closer, eyeing him appreciatively.
Ironic to think I’d hated everything about this look not too long ago and now I was ready to tear his clothes off.
Gone were the days he and his friends donned all black. He and Gavin were dressed exactly the same way they’d been when they showed up at my old apartment what felt like eons ago. Brianna had donned a clean-cut woman’s suit that matched Owens’.
I’d opted for a form-hugging more professional black dress with red bottoms that would allow me to move quickly when necessary. My gun was tucked inside the light jacket I was wearing for life-or-death scenarios only.
Judas slipped an arm around my waist and held me against him, resting his palm on my hip. “Nervous?”
“Not right this second,” I answered honestly.
“Good.” He cupped the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. “Stay with Theo. I’ll send for you when it’s safe.”
He and Gavin exited the truck and disappeared into the house.
Theo engaged the locks and kept his eyes trained on the mirrors, prepared to take me away if things went wrong.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
There’d once been a time I planned to use Rhiannon to further my own agenda. She would be killed off when I was finished, and life would go on.
What an absurd fucking notion that was. I’d greatly underestimated the power of the universe and it in turn made me its bitch. I couldn’t get everything one hundred percent right all the time. I came close but I was just a man.
Walking through her mother’s front door like it was my fucking house and not hers didn’t make up for the half of it, not when this had to do with my sister as well.
“She locked herself in the room upstairs,” Brianna notified me as soon as I came fully into the house.
It was so goddamn white I wondered if the theme was meant to resemble Heaven or an Asylum, which were one and the same given who supposedly got sent to them.
“If everything is clear come with me upstairs.”
“It’s a small bedroom,” Brianna explained, pointing to which one it was when we got upstairs.
I eyed the bloodstain on the wall as I made my way to where Evie had taken refuge in. I stopped outside the door and knocked twice for courtesy purposes.
“Evie, open the fucking door.”
I eyed the lever-like doorknob and quickly realized there was no lock on it. Why did she pick a room that had no way of keeping anyone out? Stupidity at its finest.
Gavin was quick to move in front of me when I attempted to open the door and go right inside. With his gun drawn, he shoved the door in and immediately took aim. I was easily able to see around him. I sighed and lightly tapped him, so he knew to move out of the way.
“What the hell is this, Evie?” I eyed the woman who looked remarkably similar to hell warmed over.
Her silk robe was barely covering anything, showing one of her breasts in its entirety and her blonde hair was mussed. Shirtless on his knees in front of her was my informant, Kody.
“Hmm, were you in the middle of getting fucked?”
Her eyes widened with rage as if I’d said something unreasonable. “You take one more goddamn step and I swear to god I will pull this trigger,” she threatened.
“Seeing as you swore to God and all, I suggest you do that then. A little brain matter might brighten up this dreary as fuck décor.”
Without waiting for her reply, I removed my gun from my suit’s waistband and fired right between Kody’s eyes. An arterial spray of blood skipped across the white flooring and his body slowly slumped to the ground.
Evie’s mouth fell open and I just knew this belligerent whore was going to do something hysterical. I was grabbing her by the throat before she could much more than a low keening sound.
“We’re not doing this theatrical performance tonight, Evie. I have about a hundred other things to do.”
“Why are you doing this?” she croaked brokenly.
Was she fucking serious?
Had she maybe lost her mind?
“You really don’t know why?” I questioned patronizingly.
There were a few sniffles before she replied with a snarl in her tone. “Cut the shit you little bastard. I know that cunt in the car was just a whore. Did you think I wouldn’t know what my daughter looked like even missing pieces?”
“Gavin,” I sighed, shoving her away from me.