Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Yes.” Her voice, like the rest of her, is small, yet I can tell she is trying to put fire behind it. It’s adorable and oddly sexy at the same time. Two words that don’t go together, but then again, neither do she and I, but we’re about to. "My brother is in there. Rich."
"Your brother?" The question leaves me before I even realize it. Rich is three times this girl's size. I knew he had a sister. "Richie Rich is your brother?" It's difficult to believe that a Haven could produce a young princess. They tend to have a darkness to them. One I can understand. That hasn’t touched this little ethereal creature. She is pure as fresh-fallen snow.
"My twin." Well, fuck me. She has shocked me twice in a matter of seconds. It’s not something I’m used to. My intrigue is growing by the second. Right along with my dick. I just walked past a room of half-naked women and nothing. Princess here isn’t showing ankles or wrists, and I’m hard as fuck.
"All right, then." I open the door wide, wanting her inside as much as she wants in. “In you go, Princess.” My eyes drop to her ass that her jeans mold to perfectly. She hurries past me, her friend going with her. I don’t miss the way her eyes take me in.
As I follow behind them, I search through my mind. The sister’s name. Willamina Haven, it clicks, but they call her Willa. The girl with her must be Teddy. Yes, I know all about the house that sits up on the highest hill of Lakehouse Landing.
“Was he flirting with me?” Willa asks Teddy as they make their way down the long, dark hallway.
“I was.” I smirk.
“Oh my God,” Willa whispers loudly, making me chuckle. Damn, she is adorable. How the hell is she a Haven? And when did adorable become such a big part of my vocabulary? I don’t think I’ve ever used that word to describe anyone or anything in the past. Now I can't stop thinking it when it comes to her.
Her friend hooks her arm into Willa’s as they make it into the main part of the warehouse where two men are in the middle of a match. A thick crowd has gathered around the ring with everyone on their feet. I hang back and watch the girls.
Anyone who sees Willa will know she’s fresh grade A fucking meat. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on her, and I'm not letting anyone get close.
Teddy glances back toward me a few times, her eyes narrowing. She’s protective. Clearly more street-smart than Willa, but if I recall right, she is a city girl that moved here a few years ago. Her mother is employed at the Haven estate, where she resides in the guesthouse.
Both of them stand out in contrast to all the other women here, and Princess sure as fuck doesn’t belong in a dirty-ass warehouse.
Willa covers her face with her hand when one of the men in the ring takes a right hook that drops him, blood splattering out across the ring. The crowd roars.
I know her brother is up next. People start to chant Richie Rich. He has yet to lose a fight here at the Landing. He’s in it for the blood. The kid sure as fuck doesn’t need money. Hence the name I’d given him that first day I met him.
Princess tries to lift up on her tiptoes in her sneakers but can’t see for shit. I know this is my chance, and I never let an opportunity pass by. Wouldn’t be here today if I had.
I step up next to Willa. “Want to get closer, Princess?”
She turns her head toward me, giving me her attention.
“You can do that?” Willa asks, her eyes so wide behind those glasses.
“You got a name?” Her friend cuts in.
“Everyone calls me King,” I tell her, not bothering to glance her way. Not when I can stare down at Willa, trying to figure out what is so captivating about her that has stolen all of my attention. “You can call me Vasily, though, Princess.” Willa’s face starts to turn pink, lighting up those freckles.
“You can get us closer, Vasily?” She licks those bow-shaped lips of hers.
“Yeah, I can.” I throw my arm around her, tucking her close to me. “Stay close.”
“Okay.” Willa presses her tiny body against mine. A protectiveness roars to life inside of me.
The crowd parts as I make my way through it toward the stage. Willa pushes even farther into me. The sweet smell of berries and lemon hit me, and I know it can only be her in a place like this.
That’s when it finally registers. This was fucking it. Why I’ve felt off all night. Now that I have her pressed against me, that feeling is gone. Replaced by a new feeling that I’ve never had before and am not ready to even begin to try to figure out.