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)
“I’m sorry for interrupting. Did you want to fuck her?” I snap, breathing heavily.
His hard eyes search mine, and I glance at his lips, licking mine. Fuck, I’m so horny. I want him to fuck me in front of the bitch. Show her what she’s missing while showing he’s taken.
My hands fist his shirt, and I pull him closer to me, wanting his body on top of mine.
I lean into him, and he goes to kiss me, but Colton comes up next to us. “Tyson wants to see you two in his office.”
“Fuck,” Kashton hisses, letting go of my neck. He grabs my hand, yanking me from the hallway and to the elevator.
My anger grows at Tyson interrupting. I need some hate fuck right now. Put me in my place while he proves to me that I’m the only one he wants. Is that too much for a woman to ask?
KASHTON
I pull her into Ty’s office and shut the door behind me.
“Sit,” I order, guiding her into a chair, and she huffs but stays put.
Alex smiles at her, and she gives him a death glare. He doesn’t want to fuck with her right now. She’s worked up and needs an outlet. If she decides to use his face, I’m not going to stop her.
Tyson stands behind his desk, sleeves rolled up and hands shoved into the pockets of his dress slacks. He looks like a dad trying to decide how to discipline his kids. “And here I thought Sin was going to be my biggest problem.” He sighs. “Then you two show up.” Moving his hands to his hips, he glares at Eve. “What the fuck was that?”
“Tyson—”
“She’s wanted for murder, kidnapping, and sex trafficking.” He interrupts me. “The list goes on.”
“We both know she didn’t do it.” I argue. I might be pissed at my wife for the scene she just caused, but I’m going to defend her.
“They don’t know that.” Ty looks over at Colton and demands, “Where the fuck are Finn and Jenks?”
“With the girls,” Colt answers. “Making sure no police reports will be filed.”
The door opens, and I look to see the detective who wants to frame my wife for murder enter the room, followed by some younger guy dressed in his police uniform.
Fuck this night.
“What are the odds?” Detective Haynes comes to a stop, spotting Eve. “Officer Anders, take this woman into custody.”
“With pleasure,” the kid says, pulling the handcuffs free from his duty belt.
Alex and Colton both stand, but I’m quicker. I remove my pocketknife and flip it open. Stepping into the detective, I slam it to the hilt into his upper thigh, making him hiss. “Goddammit.”
The other pulls out his gun and trains it on me. Everyone else in the room does the same, but theirs are pointed at the young cop.
“If he touches my wife, I’m going to slice your neck open. Do you understand me?”
He swallows, his wide eyes going to the punk kid who I can see out of the corner of my eye remains by the door with his gun pointed at me. The detective growls, “She’s a murderer.”
I don’t deny it, twisting the knife a little. “I’m going to murder you if he touches her.”
Baring his teeth, he tries to catch his breath. “Stand…down,” he tells the kid.
“But—”
“Stand down,” he shouts, and the cop puts his gun away. Everyone else keeps theirs trained at him just in case.
“Leave.” It’s Tyson who gives the order, and I yank my knife from the detective’s leg, making him grunt. It wasn’t deep enough to kill the man, but he’ll need stitches.
“Tyson—”
“We’re in the middle of an important meeting. Get the fuck out. Next time, you call and give me a heads-up before you walk into my club.” He glares at the kid. “And don’t ever come here dressed in uniform again.”
The detective squares his shoulders, and I smile down at him as I take my pocketknife’s bloody blade and run it over his white shirt, cleaning it off.
He turns and exits with a limp, the rent-a-cop slamming the door shut behind him. I close the knife and turn to face my wife. She sits in her seat, arms crossed over her chest with a look of hatred on her face like I did something wrong.
“You’re married?” Alex chuckles, his eyes falling to both of our rings. She wasn’t wearing hers when she set up that guy for Hooke. “Congrats, man,” he adds, putting his gun away.
“Thanks,” I say dryly. “It’s a blast. You should try it.”
She arches a brow at my sarcasm. I can practically see the steam rolling off her, she’s so heated.
“I can see that.” His laughter grows louder.
“You two—”
“Don’t worry, Ty. We won’t be coming back for a while. I’m putting my wife under house arrest.”
Eve snorts like I can’t keep her in one place. The collar and chain in my basement prove otherwise.