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)
“She’s my wife,” Haidyn barks.
“Can you guys figure your shit out later?” Sin snaps. “You’re no longer at Dollhouse,” he points out to Haidyn. “And your wife is safe. It’s my wife I’m worried about.”
Saint snorts. “I can’t see him going after Elli. What would he benefit from it?”
“What about Kira?” I dig, trying to look at it from all angles.
Sin shakes his head. “Although I love my sister, I’m not that concerned about her. She’s moved out of the house, engaged to my friend. I don’t see why Bill would want anything to do with her.”
“How did your mother act?”
“She seemed happy with him. It was awkward how comfortable they were.” He shivers. “Like she had been seeing him. They got married last weekend on some beach but are planning a big reception at the house in a few weeks with friends and family.”
“Did you speak to her about it?” I ask.
“No. I didn’t get the chance. We didn’t even stay to eat. I could tell Elli wasn’t comfortable. So I made up an excuse as to why we had to go, and we left. I planned on going back later but didn’t get the chance.” He sighs. “But there was also a woman there.”
“A woman other than your mother?” Saint frowns. “Who was she?”
“She introduced herself as Everett.”
I stiffen.
“As in Everett Sinclair?” Saint’s eyes widen. “The woman the detective was talking about?”
“That’s the first thought I had.” Sin nods but doesn’t say anything more.
“And?” I ask nervously.
“And she’s Bill’s daughter.”
Haidyn shakes his head. “Bill doesn’t have a daughter.”
“He does,” Sin argues.
“No. You’re mistaken. He practically raised Charlotte these past six years—after I killed her father that night on the Isabella. If Bill had another child, Charlotte would have mentioned that. She would have been in their lives.”
Sin opens his mouth to argue, but Saint speaks first. “After what we’ve learned, I don’t see it as that far of a stretch that he has a child no one knows about. But it is weird that all of a sudden, we hear her name twice in the same week.”
Haidyn picks up his cell and brings it to his ear. “Can you come to the office? … Okay.” Setting it down, he speaks to us. “Charlotte will be here in a second. We’ll ask her.”
“I’m going to get eyes on her,” Sin states. “I want to know every move this Everett makes.”
Fuck.
“See what I can find out and what she knows,” he adds.
“About what?” I ask, getting to my feet, needing the movement.
“About my wife. The dead bodies that were found. Hell, for all we know, she works for Isabella or LeAnne.” He shakes his head. “I’m not taking any chances.”
I run a hand nervously through my hair, trying to figure out what the fuck to do about this. I’ve asked her all these questions, and she told me no, but she could easily have been lying. Saving her ass.
“All I know right now is that she’s popped up too many times for it to be a coincidence.”
I can’t argue with that, but I say, “I’ll handle it.”
Sin narrows his eyes on mine. “That sounds like your ‘I’ll look into it,’ and I don’t believe it any more now than that bullshit.”
I lean my ass up against the edge of my desk and cross my arms over my chest. If I want them to trust me, I have to tell them. No better time than the present. “I know her.”
“Everett?” Saint inquires.
I nod.
“Of course you do.” Sin gives a rough laugh. As if somehow, I’m involved in a conspiracy to hurt his wife.
“Actually, we all do.”
Saint and Haidyn both shake their heads.
“Yes. You do. Well, you might not have met her in person, but you’ve seen her.” I look at Saint. “She was the bleached blonde on the Isabella the night of our junior initiation.”
“The one you were drooling all over when the old lady gave you the gum?”
“That’s the one.” Then I look to Haidyn. “She’s the woman from the cathedral.”
He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. I just confirmed what he assumed at the meeting at Blackout.
“She was on the Isabella?” Sin growls. I ignore that since I just told them as much. “And you’ve been fucking her,” he assumes with a snort. “That’s just great.”
Technically, I haven’t fucked her yet…but that would be splitting hairs, so I don’t deny it. “Like I said, I’ll take care of it. Understand?”
Silence falls over the room. No one better touch her. If she’s been planted in our lives, I’ll find out the reason. And if that’s the case, I’ll also take care of her. How I want.
The door opens and Charlotte steps inside the office. “What do you need?” She looks at her husband.
He walks over to her and pushes her dark hair off her shoulder. “Did Bill have other kids?”