Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
“I don’t know, Father, figure it out,” Ares barks into his phone before he ends the convo.
I throw myself onto the couch and lean back, snatching some peanuts out of a bowl on the side table.
“What was that all about?”
He places his phone in front of him on the table and stares at it for a moment, and I can tell shit’s not going good at all.
“Doesn’t matter,” Ares says.
“Well, obviously it does, since you’re already brooding over just one phone call,” I retort, throwing more peanuts into my mouth.
“I ask for help. Once. Just one time. And he gives me shit.” His nostrils flare. “And he wonders why I don’t wanna come to the family dinners.” He leans back and slams his hands into the armrests of his seat. “Fuck.”
“Help … as in …?”
He stares me down with that chilling glare of his. “Bodies.”
I swallow my peanuts. “Right. Those.”
“I thought those were already taken care of?” Blaine asks, striding in with flair. “Ares?”
“I’m working on it,” he says.
My eyes widen. “Wait, don’t tell me they’re still in the freezer outside.”
“Where I keep my ice cream?” Blaine scowls. “Ew.”
“Stop complaining,” Ares growls. “Unless you have a better idea.”
“I’ll have to throw out that whole tub of perfect chocolate goodness,” Blaine whines, rubbing his forehead.
Ares tilts his head at him. “Shall I put the bodies in your bedroom instead?”
I almost choke on my handful of peanuts. “Oh my God.”
“On second thought, you can have the ice cream,” Blaine murmurs, throwing his hair to the side. “My stomach can’t handle all that dairy anyway.”
“Fragile,” I joke.
“Darling, I prefer it when my ass doesn’t squirt, unlike yours.”
“Fuck you,” I retort.
Blaine tilts his head. “You asked for it.” He winks at me, and we both laugh.
“Is something funny about this whole situation?” Ares asks, all serious, clutching the armrests like he’s going to rip them off. “Because I don’t get it.”
“Oh, lighten up,” Blaine murmurs, approaching him from behind. “You’ve been far too tense ever since that party.” Blaine massages Ares’s shoulders. “Relax. Throw it out. Kiss a girl. Fuck it out of your system. And then let’s do what we do best.”
“Fuck shit up? Kill people?” I say.
Blaine looks up at me. “Well, I was going to say party, but I guess that could work.”
I throw some peanuts at him, and he catches them with his mouth. “Good one.”
“I know I’m a catch, darling, thank you,” Blaine muses.
“Jesus, you’re so annoying,” I say, laughing.
Ares shoves Blaine’s hands off his shoulders and gets up. “Enough.”
“What is going on in that mind of yours?” Blaine asks.
Ares approaches the window, staring out at the front gate. “We weren’t alone that night.”
I stop eating immediately. “What?”
“When I killed those dudes at the front gate … There was a girl. Just for a moment. But I know she saw me kill.”
I swallow, but my throat feels raw.
Fuck.
If he’s right, this could get ugly real fast.
“A girl from this university?”
He nods, still staring outside like he’s waiting for her to reappear.
“We actually crossed paths when we went back to the party again,” he adds.
“Wait …” Blaine narrows his eyes. “That girl with the beige dress who made you stop?”
Ares turns. “So you saw her too.”
“I wasn’t sure,” he says, folding his arms. “I figured you just got enamored by her beauty. I mean, she did look like an angelic deity in that dress.”
“She watched us murder two men, and you let her go?!” I shout at Ares.
“What was he supposed to do?” Blaine raises his brow at me. “Kill her too?”
I wasn’t going to suggest it, but now we have an additional liability.
“She was bleeding,” Ares mutters, rubbing his fingers together like he’s savoring the memory of her blood on his skin. “And for some reason, she smiled at me. It threw me off guard.”
My lips part. “Smiled? She smiled? At you?” I snort, biting my piercing. “Why do I find that hard to believe?”
“Do you think I’d lie?” he grits at me, making me shut up immediately.
“No, of course not.”
Usually, girls pretty much run away from him the second he even so much as looks at them. He’s definitely got this killer aura that rarely anyone dares to come close to. Except maybe a handful of fearless girls who crave it because he has two of the most valued things in this world. Money and a big dick.
But never just because they enjoy his company. So I get why it would bother him that the girl who actually saw him kill two people would smile at him.
“Did you catch her name?”
Ares shakes his head. “But we’ll find out soon enough.”
“Do you think she’ll tell?” Blaine asks.
It takes him a while to answer, but when he does, a chill runs through my veins. “Most definitely.”
“We gotta stop her,” I reply.