Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Okay, I really like them.” I laugh again.
It feels nice. In the short time I have been with Eros, I know he can always lift my mood, and I’m sure part of it is Eros won’t judge me for my thoughts or feelings. In fact, he’d tell me they are my own and not to give a shit about what others think. Only you can judge you. Not that I’m going to stop judging people, but I’m still down with this logic.
My mood shifts when we pull up to a giant fancy gate with an M in the middle of it. It opens without Eros having to do anything, and he drives through. I peek behind us to see that Naomi and Mac are still following.
"Wow," I mutter when I see the house ahead with a giant fountain out front. It’s beautiful, reminding me of one of those villas in Italy but a million times bigger with all the stone and a terracotta roof that I’ve heard can cost more than a house.
“Shit,” Eros mutters when he rolls to a stop. I follow his line of sight to the big archway of the front double doors that are open and have people coming out. I spot the three people on my shit list. “I’ll deal with them,” he says, and before I can utter a response, he’s out of the SUV and rounding the front.
Eros walks right toward them like a man on a mission. When he pulls back and smashes his fist into the side of Damon’s jaw, I gasp in shock. I was not expecting that, but I suppose he was on a mission.
“Eros!” I shout, throwing open the door. Sure, Damon deserved that in my book, but I don’t actually want Eros to fight with his brothers. Not when I have seen how much they stick together and care for each other. I may have my beef with them, but I would never want to come between him and his family.
“Knock it off!” I hear a woman shout a second before I see the blonde. I recognize her instantly as being Eros’s mom, Cosima. She lodges herself in between everyone and blocks Eros’s path. She may be small, but you can tell she’s not playing around.
I rush over, grabbing Eros's arm as I see Damon wipe the side of his mouth, smearing the blood.
“I’ll give you that one,” Damon tells Eros.
“Why are you hitting your brother?” Cosima asks, demanding the answer.
“He put her in the hole.” Eros's voice is low and steady but still wrapped in rage.
“No, you’re wrong. Actually, I told him after the fact. I put her in the hole.” Cosima raises her chin but still has to look up at Eros. I catch sight of his father, Z, standing in the doorway, arms crossed, but he doesn’t seem fazed, merely watching this all unfold.
“You what?” Eros takes a step back.
“Sorry about that.” Cosima's face softens. “I had a sense, and well, I saw an opportunity, and I took it,” she explains.
“You put her in the fucking hole?” Eros asks again. That surprises me too, but Eros had mentioned that his mom is sweet until you cross her.
“Watch your fucking mouth when you’re talking to your mother. Don’t push it.” Z speaks for the first time, and I see Eros's jaw flex.
“Hey.” I step closer to him, so my side is pressed into his. I run my hand up his chest, trying to calm him.
“What?” Cosima gets a sheepish expression. “It worked out. I knew you’d Marino her.”
“Did you turn that into a verb?” Nix laughs. It is then that I notice how many people are hovering here in the doorway.
“I’m so happy to see you,” Kinsley says, looking almost ready to cry.
An immediate sense of guilt fills me that I assumed it was Kinsley that had betrayed me and had me sent there. But I push it to the side because there’s a lot unfolding at the moment.
“So you just dropped her in the hole? A girl that has her own demons. One of which is being afraid of the dark. Which you put her in to torment her.”
Both Cosima and Kinsley let out a small gasp.
“Oh my God. I’m so sorry.” Suddenly Cosima is all over me. “I had no idea. I just wanted Eros to meet you. I knew you two would hit it off.” She grabs one of my hands. “I’m so sorry,” she says again.
“Okay,” I tell her because what else do you say to that? I’m not going to say it’s fine because it’s not, but she said sorry. I want to ask her why, after spending one football game sitting next to me, did she think Eros and I would fit? I mean, I suppose she’s not wrong, but it’s kind of freaky.