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)
“Eve came to visit me today.”
“What did she want?” I ask when he doesn’t elaborate.
“I didn’t know that she didn’t remember we had sex.”
I come to a stop and frown. “She came to see you to talk about sex?”
“I guess you two had a conversation about it, and she was mad at me for lying.”
“You lied—”
“No. We had sex.”
I grind my teeth at the fact that he keeps bringing this up. I know what she’s been through and who has used her. I honestly don’t see her any differently, but I definitely don’t want him to rehash him fucking her. “Get to the fucking point, Adam,” I snap.
“But she doesn’t remember. To her, it never happened.”
As much as I’m happy that my wife can’t remember fucking my brother, I frown. “Well, I feel like that’s logical after what she’s been through. She chose to block it out, right? I’ve seen her dissociate before.”
“Yeah, I guess.” He sighs. “I just wanted to let you know. She was upset. On the verge of tears that she had no recollection of it. She stormed into my house but left with her head hanging. I told her I’d call you, but she told me not to. That she wanted to be alone. But one thing I know about Eve is that her being alone usually isn’t a good thing.”
I hate how well he knows my wife. “How long ago was she there?” I haven’t checked her tracker at all today.
“Earlier this morning. Before noon.”
So she went straight to him after she left here this morning? “And you’re just now calling me. It’s almost ten,” I bark, checking my watch. She was supposed to be spending the day with Janice, going over things for the birthday party Janice wants to throw her.
“I’ve been a little busy,” he snaps defensively.
I start to make my way to the garage. “Thanks for letting me know,” I say tightly. “The drugs aren’t helping.”
“What drugs?” he questions. “Eve doesn’t do them.”
My skin heats up that he knows her so well. “She was drugged the other night at Blackout. Some kind of topical shit to make her horny.”
He’s quiet for a second before he speaks. “Gen.”
“Who the fuck is she?” I demand, entering the garage.
“It’s a drug. Not a she.”
I roll my eyes, grabbing my helmet. “Well, whatever it is, she’s having major mood swings.” Before he can say anything else, I add. “I’ll text you later.”
I check Eve’s location on my phone. “Goddammit,” I hiss, seeing where she’s at.
Jumping on my bike, I squeal out of the gates of Carnage. I don’t even bother to tell the guys I’m leaving as “Fire Up the Night” by New Medicine blares in my ears.
SIXTY-NINE
EVERETT
Isit at the bar, working on a drink. I’m not sure how many I’ve had at this point. I’ve been here since they opened.
The club is packed on this Friday night. I’m not in a people mood, but I’m in a get-fucked-up mood, and the loud music is drowning out my thoughts. So that helps. Plus, my house is the first place Kashton will go to look for me when he realizes I’m not returning to Carnage.
I spent the day with Janice, pretending to care about food and decorations for a birthday party I don’t want to have, when all I wanted to do was bang my head up against a wall.
Needing to use the restroom, I get up from the bar. I’m hovering over the toilet—you couldn’t pay me enough to sit on them—when I hear the door open and close and several sets of heels clap on the floor.
“Fuck. That man is so fine,” one of them says dreamily.
“Tyson Crawford is definitely my type,” another laughs.
“Yeah, well…did you see the guy who walked in right before us? He’s my type. Motorcycle and all. He can take me for a ride anytime.”
“No. Who was it?” another asks.
“Kashton Pierce.”
I hold in a sigh. No doubt Adam called him, and he’s here to drag me home.
“Bitch, I’d take both of them, and don’t pretend you’d turn down Tyson,” one giggles and I roll my eyes.
“Who’s the Kashton guy?” a third voice questions.
I snort at that. Only the most amazing man alive.
“He’s a Lord.”
“They both are,” one corrects her.
“What’s a Lord? That like some kind of fraternity or something?”
“Yeah,” the first one answers, and I smirk. If that’s what you want to call them.
“They’re the reason I didn’t get to go to Barrington,” one whines.
“But your sister Millie went, didn’t she?”
“Yep. She and her best friend went to the House of Lords for a party, and her friend got knocked up by one. The guy got in deep shit for having sex—which is crazy because I’ve been told it’s one big orgy—anyway, his father paid her two hundred and fifty thousand to have an abortion.”