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)
Kashton unzips his backpack and tosses something onto the desk.
I pick it up and stiffen when I see what it is. “Where did you get this?” It’s a picture of the dead woman I found.
“Do you know Tyson Crawford?”
Of course I know of him. “He owns Blackout.” We’re not friends or anything, and he has no idea who I am.
Kashton nods, sitting on the couch. “He has a deal with a detective. We had a meeting earlier this evening, and everyone there was given these reports.” My eyes meet his. “And your name was mentioned.”
Well that explains Everett. I frown. “What do you mean my name was mentioned?”
“He announced to the room that Everett Sinclair found the body that was dumped in the cemetery behind the cathedral.”
Fuck! Since when do the cops work with the Lords? I try to calm my breathing so he doesn’t see I’m now on alert. Does this have to do with the phone call I made after I received that text? Surely those aren’t connected to the body I found.
He leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “Tell me everything you know about her.”
I give a rough laugh and toss the papers next to him on the couch. “I know nothing.”
“Bullshit.” He stands and I take a step back. “Whoever did this to her carved You’re next into her back, then dumped her in the middle of an abandoned cemetery that you seem to visit. A lot. I mean, sure, you can call that a coincidence, but…I don’t believe in those.” His eyes hold mine when he adds. “And she just so happened to be left on the very same grave I see you sit at.”
I knew it was a sign, but this confirms it. “What are you implying?” I cross my arms over my chest.
“That warning is for you,” he says matter-of-factly.
I swallow nervously. “It’s not—”
“What do you know about Dollhouse?” he interrupts me.
“Nothing.”
His hand reaches out and wraps around my neck so quickly I don’t have time to react before he’s yanking me toward him.
“Kash—”
He cuts off my air, and my hands grip his tatted arms to try and rip free with no success because of the sleeves of his hoodie. His blue eyes darken as they search mine. “I can’t help you if you lie to me, angel. So I’m going to ask you one…last…time…” He lets go, shoving me backward, and my ass hits the desk, making it rattle. “What do you know about Dollhouse?”
I rub my sore neck, taking a deep breath. “I know it hasn’t been in operation for several years.”
He frowns. “Not true.”
I snort. “You calling me a liar?”
He nods. “I am.”
I huff, looking away from him, unable to meet his stare as I lie. “No one has been there in a long time.”
“How much do you know about Isabella?” he questions.
“I don’t—”
“I did meet you at her party.” He’s referring to the night on her and her husband’s mega yacht. When I let this monster touch me. “The man I killed was paying you—”
“He was going to rape me,” I correct him through gritted teeth.
He tilts his head to the side. “Someone was getting paid for it. So he was either your job or you were his whore. Which was it?”
My pulse races. “My life is none of your business, Kash.” I will not let him know about my past. That will open too many doors for him.
“Were you one of her dolls?”
My knees threaten to buckle at his question, and it makes me want to vomit. “You’re going to be such a pretty dolly.”
He goes on, stepping closer to me. “Maybe you were a prisoner of Dollhouse, and she was pimping you out that night?” He reaches out and runs his hand through my ponytail. “A beautiful whore, wrapped in silk. Who wouldn’t want to fuck you, Eve?”
“You don’t know anything about me,” I say through gritted teeth. Breathe, Eve. Get your shit together.
“I know that the moment I saved you, you threw yourself at me like a drunk woman on a Saturday night.” He smirks. “You wanted to repay me…and like a good whore, you spread your legs for me—”
I slap him across the face so hard my hand instantly stings. “How dare you.”
He grips my throat again and tosses me onto the couch. Straddling my hips, he pins me down, giving him the advantage. I slap at his face, but he stretches his arm out, and I’m unable to make contact with his reach. I yank on his hoodie, but it doesn’t do any good.
“Let me tell you something, angel.” His eyes are soft, but his words are as hard as the muscular body he’s holding me down with. “A room full of Lords think you’re part of the problem. And if I don’t bring them answers, they’ll come after you for them. Do you understand that?”