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 turn the plate long ways to slide it through the bars and set it on the floor as close to them as I can. Then take the cup of milk and pour it onto the ceramic dish.
“I had to pour it onto a plate, but I got you a straw.” I pull it out of my pocket. “Sorry, I must have smashed it,” I say, trying to straighten it out.
“You shouldn’t be down here,” she whispers.
I wrap my fingers around the cold bars and press my face to it, smashing my cheeks. I’m thankful she’s not dead. I’ve been here for several minutes, and she hasn’t moved. I can’t even hear her breathing. “I wanted to see you.”
She looks up, and I smile at her. Slowly, she gets to her hands and knees, and I hold my breath while she crawls across the concrete floor. When she gets to the plate, her shaking hands pick it up, and some spills over the edge before she can get it to her cracked lips. She tilts the plate and drinks the milk, spilling more on her naked body than she actually swallows. Once done, she gasps and pushes it back under the bottom bar. “Thank you.”
I feel bad that I didn’t bring her more. Silence falls over us, and my eyes scan the cell, not wanting to leave her yet. “What are all the lines?”
She looks over her shoulder and answers, “Those are tallies.”
“What are they for?” I inquire.
“I make one every time I think of you,” she tells me.
My wide eyes meet hers. “That’s…a lot.”
“You’re always on my mind, Kashton.”
I’m lying on my stomach, butt-ass naked, in my bedroom at Carnage. The curtains are pulled closed, and the covers are shoved to the foot of the bed. My TV is on some random channel. I’m trying to go back to sleep after I had to crawl out of bed to piss an hour ago. I’m tired and hungover.
So much has happened in the past few weeks, and I’m still trying to comprehend what I refuse to believe. Adam is gone. Again. Dead to the world, but not really. He faked his death. Haidyn is married, and his wife is expecting triplets, and the woman of my dreams has been right here under my nose for God knows how long. And she’s possibly a trained assassin.
Since I started following her, I haven’t seen her with another man. Not one she hasn’t killed, anyway.
If she’s in a relationship, it doesn’t make a difference. If I even think there’s someone in her life, they’re dead. My future wife can’t have someone on the side. All she’ll ever need is me.
And then there’s Sin. I’ve ruined my relationship with him, and he’ll probably never speak to me again. I get that. I fucked up.
On days like this, I just want to stay in bed and do nothing.
The lock on my door clicks, and I groan at being bothered. It’s either Haidyn or Saint. Their wives don’t know the access code to get in.
“What do you want?” I ask, not even bothering to turn my head to see who it is.
“It’s noon,” Haidyn says.
“And?” I ask, pulling the pillow over my head to cover my eyes when he flips on the light.
“Why are you naked in bed this late in the day?” he asks.
Because after I found out Adam was still alive, I tried to fix my relationship with Sin, and when he pretty much told me to go fuck myself, I went and got hammered. Not the smartest thing, but drowning my sorrows sounded good. Plus, I was hoping my girl would show up at the biker bar. She never did. Guess she didn’t have a job last night. Probably a good thing. Otherwise, I would have made a fool of myself.
“Kash?” Haidyn barks, getting my attention.
He’s not going to go away.
Letting out a growl, I shove the pillow away and flip onto my back. “Why are you holding a cat?” I ask. He stands next to my bed with Charlotte’s pussy cradled in his arm like a football. His free hand slowly rubs over it like it’s a lamp with a genie inside to grant him three wishes.
Haidyn ignores my question and runs his blue eyes over my naked body. I rolled onto my back hoping it would make him uncomfortable, and he’d leave. Wishful thinking. We’ve seen enough dicks in our lives. Especially each other’s.
“Saint asked if I had seen you today.” He frowns, meeting my stare.
I fold my hands under my head, propping it up and giving him a smile. “Now you can say you’ve seen all of me.”
He rolls his eyes. “Get up. Shower and put some clothes on. Then get your ass down to the basement.” With that, he turns and exits with the damn cat.