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)
“There’s a rumor…” Glancing down at the picture on his desk he continues. “That there was another baby.”
I frown stepping forward. “Who had another baby?”
“That Everett was a triplet.”
“Who…who told you that?” I fall down into a chair, needing to sit.
“Vivian was allowed to run free. Word spread about the green-eyed blond-headed girl who was spotted at the cathedral from time to time with a woman. But I didn’t believe it until bodies started popping up and they were targeting Eve.”
“What’s that have to do with a third baby?” Does this mean there’s another one out there who’s going to try and frame my wife?
“Supposedly Vivian talked…and, well, she mentioned another sibling.” He shrugs carelessly and it just pisses me off. “Of course, you know how rumors go…”
I run a hand down my face. “Fuck.” I stand and start to pace. “When is she going to catch a fucking break?” I give a rough laugh.
“I suggest you keep this between us.”
I glare at him. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead serious,” he states, standing. “Eve is still recovering mentally from a past that was nothing but lie after lie. If she finds out she might have another sibling, she may spend the rest of her life looking for them. Is that what you want?”
“I—”
“What if it’s a lie too?” He shrugs. “She could be chasing a ghost. She finally gets to have a family. Do you want to chance her giving that up on a rumor?”
“Fuck you.” I shake my head and my voice rises. “For making me keep this from her.”
Bill gets to his feet. “I just told you what I know, Kashton. What you do with that information is up to you.”
I turn and exit his office, slamming the door. Starting up my car, my cell rings, and I see My Life light up my dash. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and hit Answer. “Hello, angel.”
“Hello, handsome,” she responds playfully.
I smile. I wouldn’t say my wife is a different person, but it’s amazing how much someone can change when you show them what they deserve. Her training is going well. It’s something that we work on every day.
“How was dinner with the girls?” She went out with all of them tonight. It’s good for her to have relationships with the Ladies. To know what it feels like to have friends.
“Good, but my night will be better when you get home and crawl into bed with me.”
“I’m on my way to Carnage—”
“I’m not there.”
I frown. “Where are you?” She’d better not be at that damn biker bar. I do not want her anywhere near there.
“Your house.”
“Why didn’t you go to Carnage?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“I want you to play with me.”
I shift in my seat, my cock instantly growing hard in my jeans. “Well, why don’t you get started?”
She laughs softly. “What do you have in mind?”
“Are you still dressed?”
“Yes.”
Not for long. “Take off your clothes. Leave your heels on.”
“Consider it done. Anything else?”
“I want you collared and your hands cuffed behind your back.”
Her breathing picks up through the line, and I can’t wait to bury my face in her wet cunt.
“Wait for me like the good girl you are at the door,” I order. “Do you understand, Eve?”
“I understand.”
Click.
She hangs up, and I look in the rearview mirror, relaxing in my seat. Life is going to be different now. Better than I ever imagined it could be.
Bill was right. If my wife knew she might have another sibling out there, she would dig until she found what she was looking for. That night we sat in the cemetery talking about her mother, Eve told me that she had dug into her mother’s past after Bill saved her—Eve wanted to know if her mother had more children. I can’t let her spend her life chasing an idea of something. And what if she tries to get Haidyn on her side? Eve needs someone to put all their focus on her and that’s what I’m going to do.
I’m going to spend the rest of my life with the woman I love, and I’m going to make sure no one touches what’s mine.
EPILOGUE TWO
KASHTON
EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER
Bringing the car to a stop, I get out, grabbing the items off the passenger seat. Entering our house, I place the bouquet of flowers in the center of the kitchen island while I fill the vase with water.
I get my wife fresh flowers once a week. It’s something that she once hated but now loves.
Placing them in the vase, I put it on the dining room table. The curtains are open, giving the room ample sun for them.
“MOM?” Kennedy hollers rushing into the kitchen.
“She’s in the bedroom,” I inform our daughter.
She huffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I need to borrow her heels for tonight.”