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 crawl out from underneath him, pushing my back into the headboard before ramming my heel into his face. It cuts the side of his cheek and knocks him off the bed.
I jump up and drop to the floor. Reaching under the bed, I grab my bag, but I’m yanked back by my ankle. “Fucking bitch,” Leroy growls while Leo lies unconscious on the floor next to me. “We were told you’d be a handful.”
“Let go,” I grind out, slamming my other heel into his thigh, forcing him to release me. But he recovers quicker than his brother.
He goes to kick me in the side, but I roll away just in time and kick in the back of his knees, knocking his legs out from under him.
He hits the floor with a thud and a groan. I take the opportunity and grab the knife from my bag and stab him in the chest just as the door is shoved open.
KASHTON
I step into the room and slam the door shut. Eve jumps up from the floor on the other side of the bed with a knife in her hand, blood dripping from it. “Kashton? What the fuck are you doing here?” she hisses. Her breathing is heavy, her hair is a disheveled mess, and her shirt is ripped.
“What the fuck are you doing, Eve?” I demand.
Walking over to the opposite side of the bed, I see a naked man passed out and another one bleeding from a stab wound to the chest.
“Leave,” she snaps.
“Are you a prostitute?” I growl and she rolls her eyes. The only reason I ask is because I took the phone from the last dead guy I found in here, and he had message threads with multiple women. Each consisted of how much they cost, what they would and wouldn’t do, and times and places to meet. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Knowing it and seeing it are two very different things. I run a hand through my hair. “I’ll call the guys and clean this up.”
She gives a rough laugh, “I don’t need your brothers, Kash. Just leave.” Standing next to the unconscious man, she looks down at him with a frown. Digging through her bag, she removes a gun before screwing on a suppressor and dropping to a squat in her heels. She grabs a pillow that’s already on the floor, places it over his head and shoots two rounds through it into his head. “You deserved worse,” she tells him and stands.
I’ve never been more turned on in my life. She’s such an angry angel.
I reach out and grab her hand as she goes to step by me. “Eve,” I snap and whip her to face me. “What the fuck are you doing? Tell me right now what this is.”
Maybe she did kill that woman in the cemetery. Maybe she’s deeper into Dollhouse than I thought. Charlotte said she saw her years ago with LeAnne at the cathedral. All the connected dots are too hard to ignore.
“Do you work for David?”
Maybe he’s her pimp. That would be the better scenario of the two. I’ve asked him before about her, but maybe she’s started working for him since then. It was a long time ago. After I killed that man on the Isabella for her.
Her green eyes look away from me as she clenches her jaw. My fingers tighten around her wrist, and she swings the gun toward me. I lift my free arm up, hitting her forearm and knocking it out of her hand as she gets another round off.
Then I toss her onto the bed and straddle her hips. She screams, trying to buck me off, and it lifts me up off the bed. Fuck, she’s stronger than she looks. Her adrenaline is pumping after fighting off two men. I know the rush. It’s addictive.
Her fist connects with my jaw before making contact with my side, knocking the wind out of me. Fuck. She’s feisty.
She’s crawling off the bed when I grab her hair. It’s the closest thing I can reach. She screams in frustration when I spin her around and yank her over to the side. Her legs are hanging off as I pin her front against the bed with my hand gripped around the back of her neck.
“Kashton,” she growls, panting. “Get off me.”
I ignore her, undoing my belt with my free hand before yanking it from my loops. Then I let go of her neck, grab her arms, and tie her wrists together behind her back with my belt.
“Fucking bastard,” she hisses. “Get the fuck off me.”
I pick her up and toss her onto the bed so hard she bounces before I flip her onto her back.
She’s gasping, lying in the center, with her wild hair covering her pretty face. I return to straddling her narrow hips and softly push her hair out of the way. Wild green eyes look up at me.