Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“I told you to leave,” he growls before grabbing me by the throat and pushing me against the wall. He doesn’t squeeze, he just holds me there, pinning me to the wall with his hand and his body pressed against mine. “You don’t know who you are playing with.”
Most women would be terrified if they’re being threatened like this. Most…
I should be livid, but all I can think about is the way his lips are so close to mine. I can taste the mint toothpaste still on his breath. I can feel his heart pounding against mine.
His eyes darken as he leans in closer. “Leave now, and I won’t destroy you.”
“That was cute.” I give him my best condescending smile. It gets brighter as his brows furrow in confusion. “Threatening me was probably the dumbest thing you have ever done. And by looking at you, I would guess it was already a pretty impressive list of stupid shit.”
I grab one of his fingers from around my throat and pull it back, forcing him to release his grip or let me break it. Truthfully, he could have easily stopped me, but he is trying to intimidate me, not hurt me. Not yet, anyway.
“You don’t know who you are playing with,” he repeats.
I roll my eyes. “No, you don’t know who you are dealing with. This could have been easy, but now?” I push him back another step. “It’s going to be fun.”
Chapter
Three
Athena
Three days later, and I am back on the doorstep of this run-down Addams family mansion. It turns out I didn’t need to have my PI hunt down anyone. When I got home, a message from my mother’s estate lawyer was waiting for me.
So here I am, dressed to kill in a tight black dress that shows off my slender legs, shapely curves and ample chest. I’m sure to see the asshole my mother adopted, and I intend to distract him, or at least take note. Perseus’s attractiveness caught me off guard last time. That will not happen again.
I don’t expect my mother to leave me much, or anything, really. It’s not like my brothers or I need her money, or even care. However, I’m prepared to fight her will just to piss off Perseus.
“Ms. Godwin, please right this way.” A mousy brunette with large glasses greets me at the door. “I’m Mr. Carion’s assistant. He just stepped out back to make a call, and we are waiting for the others. Can I get you a coffee or water while you wait?”
“Coffee, please,” I say with a slight smile. She leaves me in the library again while she scurries off to get the coffee.
I take my seat and wait. My phone dings with another text from my father, not sharing concern over the will or even acknowledging the rift between us.
Nope, it’s all work related. Classic Troy Godwin.
We haven’t even discussed my mother since our last call, nor have I mentioned this to my brothers. Apollo and Phoenix are both busy getting their lives together, and for the time being, they both seem happy. They’re in love, living their lives out of the Godwin shadow of doom, and I don’t want to take that from them. At least not yet. Plus, the estate lawyer made it clear it was not required for them to attend. My cowardly mother has seemed to forget her real sons in the will.
I’m about to send a text to my father when the library door opens and Perseus comes in with three other mouthwatering, sexy men. The biggest one right behind him looks like he is ready to step into a heavyweight wrestling ring and take on the Rock. He’s about the same height as Perseus, but thicker. His dark hair is a mess of soft curls, and he is practically radiating power and rage.
I like him.
The one next is taller and thinner but looks more sinister with piercing green eyes, longer hair that brushes his back and tattoos across his knuckles and hands disappearing under the cuffs of his black shirt, just for the ink to peek out of the open collar at his neck. He also has a ring in his lip and brow, a stud in his nose and a chain hanging from a piercing in the top of his ear down to one in his lobe. It’s enough metal to make me wonder if he has any piercings not easily displayed.
The last man to enter doesn’t quite fit in with the rest. He is just as attractive but cleaner cut in his Burberry coat staring at a tablet. His thick-rimmed designer glasses slide down his nose every few moments.
Interesting… Did my mother become a cougar, or start a boy band in her final years? Are all these hot men my new brothers? The absurdity of the idea has me smirking.