Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
“You should get going.” She begins to pull away.
I wrap my fingers around the cool metal bars, not wanting her to go. “But—”
“Leave, Kashton,” she interrupts me. “Before you get in trouble for being down here.”
Not wanting to upset her, I let go and get to my knees. “I’ll come visit you tomorrow,” I promise her.
“I don’t think—”
“What in the fuck are you doing?” a voice yells.
I jump to my feet and turn to see my father standing in the hallway, hands on his hips, glaring at me. I take a step back. “Dad—”
“Leave him alone,” she says from the cell.
“Shut the fuck up,” he snaps at her and then stomps toward me. He grabs my upper arm and begins to drag me away.
“Please…no.” I reach out for the bars, but he’s too fast, and I get nothing but air. “She’s hungry,” I tell him. “I brought her a cookie.”
“She’ll eat when I say she can,” he growls.
“Don’t you fucking touch him,” she shouts. “I mean it, don’t you—”
“I’ll be back for you.” He cuts her off, shoving me into the elevator.
I wrap my arms around myself and press my back into the wall as the door closes on us. My father huffs before turning to face me. “I told you to quit coming down here unless I tell you to.”
Looking away from him, I stare at the floor. I just want to help her. She’s all alone. I know what that feels like, and I hate it. I want her to know that she has me.
“Kashton?” he barks. “Do you fucking hear me, son? I’m tired of you disobeying me.” Giving me his back, he checks his watch and huffs.
I slump against the wall, trying not to cry. I hate him so much because of what he does to her. I’m all she has, and I promised her that I’d take care of her. No matter what.
I sit with my McLaren Senna turned off, back in the dark corner parking lot of the cathedral, hidden under some trees. Haidyn and I took the Lord back to Carnage, strung him up, removed his brand, and threw him in a cage. Then without a word, Haidyn went to his room to be with his latest fuck, and I went to mine.
I’m fighting with my brothers. Haidyn has been MIA, apparently fucking his therapist. Then he pops up with her after someone breaks into the place he’s been staying at. I don’t think he plans on keeping her at Carnage. He’s going to go back into hiding.
I took a shower, put on clean clothes, and found myself driving back to the cathedral. Six years I’ve been looking for my girl, and she’s right here.
Has she been in front of me all this time? Something tells me no. There’s no way she would have been this close and I missed it.
I sit up when she exits the front double doors. She’s still dressed in her fishnet tights, pleated black miniskirt, and tank top. Her hair remains up in a messy bun. Fuck, she’s stunning. More so than I remember.
There’s only one other car—a blacked-out M4. I could put a tracker on it, but I’m more of a hands-on type of man. I want to see firsthand where she goes. What she does. Who she sees.
After popping her trunk, she tosses a black duffel bag into it, then falls into the driver’s seat. I stay parked until she pulls out onto the road, giving her a head start.
Eve knew it was me and pretended I hadn’t seen her naked. Like I didn’t get her off that night on the Isabella. Was it because she didn’t want Haidyn to know we have a past, or was it because she didn’t remember it? No. I refuse to believe she doesn’t remember me. She had been drinking, but she wasn’t drunk by any means.
It’s late, so there aren’t many cars on the winding two-lane road. I make sure to stay far back enough to go unseen while following her. My car isn’t the most inconspicuous.
Twenty minutes later, she pulls up to a gated community, and I pull over to the side with my lights off until she enters. After a second, I follow and make my way through the neighborhood.
My first thought is that it took too long for the gate to close behind her. Anyone could be waiting, watching, and slide right in.
The second is that the community seems nice, with a golf course and pool house. Houses sit on at least two-acre lots. People who live here aren’t up this late at night. They’re home by six, have dinner by eight, and are in bed by nine thirty.
I catch sight of the back of her car before the garage door shuts. Once again, I come to a stop and look over the house. It’s a large one-story with a fenced-in yard and four-car garage.