Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
I shrug, a stupid smile on my face. "Never asked."
"But you love her?" Scott asks, accusation in his voice.
"Love that pussy," I tell him with a wider grin.
Both guys laugh at my response.
"What's so funny?" Melody asks as she places our drinks in front of us.
"We're talking about tight pussy," Billy answers without missing a beat, watching her to gauge her reaction to his crassness. "You got one of those?"
She bites her lower lip, looking at him as if she just found her knight in shining armor.
"Haven't had any complaints."
"Worth dying over?" Billy challenges.
She swallows, his tone a little wicked, but not in a seductive way.
She stands a little straighter as if she has been facing men like him her whole life, and her body has been the only currency she has had.
It's a fucking sad interaction to watch.
"Only one way to find out," she whispers, the hint of flirtation in her voice.
Billy smiles widely, nodding his head, eyes once again roaming the length of her like she's a horse at a livestock auction. "Then you may be the death of me yet."
Chapter 30
Zeus
I know that interacting with these motherfuckers is what's required to get the information we need to shut this place down, but I felt relieved when we didn't hear the bell last night.
I'm well aware that staying in our little cabin won't get the job done.
We didn't get so lucky tonight.
I don't know what kind of work the other guys were tasked with today, but you'd think it was Friday after a week of heavy overtime by the way these guys are laughing and drinking around the fire pit.
There's a different feel around me, as if they know what's coming and are more than a little excited about it than they were a few nights ago.
I take a long swig of my beer, trying to drain it so I can grab another. I'm not trying to get drunk, but the atmosphere swirling around this place tells me that I may need a too drunk to do something sort of feel to it, so I'm trying to at least drink enough for that to be plausible if the time comes.
The bell rings out, a slightly different sound from the other night, and I know it has to be code for something. I hate not knowing what most of this shit means.
The signs on the buildings, the fucking rules. I feel more than a little out of my element being here, and just winging it could be exactly what gets either one of us killed.
The women file into the area a little more slowly than before, giving me more proof that the bell's sound tonight definitely means something different.
Bobby is nowhere to be seen, and as grateful as I am not to be in his presence, I also know that not talking to him means just one more night without gaining any information from him.
I lift my eyes, diligently avoiding eye contact with the woman sauntering toward me, and risk a glance at Zayne.
The same girl he was talking to the other night is standing in front of him, grinning.
The way the guys were talking at lunch earlier today makes me think we aren't here because of Zayne's charisma or his ability to get people on his side. There's something a little more villainous about Bobby's reasoning for bringing us to the compound.
I hate to think that our cover was blown before we even got here.
I push down the idea that we're being played with as a cat does with a mouse before making that final bite.
Zayne must feel my eyes on him because he glances up at me. There's no outward change in his expression, but it feels like an assurance of some kind.
"This seat taken?" a woman asks.
"Have at it," I answer, pulling my eyes from my partner but not looking in her direction.
I jolt in surprise when the woman climbs on my lap instead of sitting in the chair beside me, which I presumed was her intent.
She smells too sweet, too feminine as she leans in close, rubbing her nose in my beard.
"Love a nice thick beard," she whispers, her words nearly slurred as if she has been drinking.
Maybe that's what it takes for these women to get through a day in a place like this.
Sympathy curls itself around me much the same way she does, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. It effectively cuts off my line of sight, making it impossible to see what's going on around me.
I can't discount any action by any person on this property as not being part of Bobby's plan with us. I have to work under the notion that everything is strategic. These women may not want to be here, but they're going to do what's expected of them, on the off chance it earns them a little more favor from the ones mistreating them.