Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
She snaps, her head turning to face me and her finger stabbing my chest. “No. Because it doesn’t fucking matter now, does it, Keaton?”
“And why not, Cartier?” If she won’t spit fire at me and turn me to ash with her words, I’ll force her to her knees and feed her gasoline. “Tell me fucking why!”
“Agh, you are so fucking frustrating, Keaton! You use a girl to work me up after everything that we’ve ever been through—”
“—everything false that we’ve been through…”
Her mouth snaps closed, and for a second, I almost think I’ve slapped her hard enough for her to rip into me, but her eyes widen and her lashes fan out over her cheeks as she blinks past whatever she was about to say.
“Yeah.” She turns her back to me, moving across the room to the bar cart and removing the glass plug from a bottle. “Yeah, you’re right, Keaton.” She turns back around to face me, a glass now pressed against her lips. “Are you done?” She takes a small sip, and I watch as her eyes close briefly. Her nostrils flare, and the grip she has around the glass tightens.
My lip curls up in a smirk because I know she sure as fuck isn’t.
“Not everything was false, Keaton.” Her eyes are wild and on mine.
“Wasn’t it?” I taunt, unable to hide my snide smile. Her arm rears back and the glass that was in her hand goes flying across the room.
I duck just in time, laughing. “Need to work on your aim, baby. Maybe after we’ve figured out which feelings you had for me were real and weren’t.”
“Fuck you, Keaton!” she screams, pointing her finger at me. I’ve got her. “You and I both know what wasn’t because I know everything now!”
“Hmmm.” I take a step forward, and before she can back away from me again, I catch her hand with mine and force her into my chest. My arm is tight around her back, holding her in place. “Kiss me.”
“Fuck you!” she hisses, sneering up at me.
I run the tip of my nose down the middle of her forehead before resting mine on hers. “You can. After you kiss me.”
The tightness in her body lessens slightly. “You lied to me.”
With my other hand, I curl my finger beneath her chin to force her face up to mine. Pressing my lips over hers, I whisper, “Not about us.”
“I’m not kissing you.” Her lips move over mine as she speaks.
I run my tongue over the edge of her bottom lip. “Then I’m taking what’s mine.” I kiss her and her body melts into mine, but she doesn’t respond. When I bring my hand up to her cheeks, squeezing to spread her lips, she finally parts slightly and I slip my tongue into her mouth.
There’s a bang on the door. “What!” I growl.
“We’re heading out, bruh. Hurry the fuck up!” Killian’s annoying voice kills my night once again, and I tear myself away from her lips with a hand around her throat. “You’re to stay the fuck here while we sort this out.”
Her head is shaking before I finish the sentence. “No, I’m coming.”
“No, the fuck you ain’t. You are staying your ass here, and I fucking mean it, Cartier.” Backing up while keeping my focus on her, my hand comes to the door handle and I swing the door open to my brothers. I grab Jordan’s sleeve. “She is not to leave this house, do you understand?”
“I don’t take orders from you.”
The sarcastic laugh leaves my throat, but my hand flies to his and I’m lifting him in the air with one hand. I wait until he’s eye level with me before I say my next words. “You may not work for her, but she is mine, and if a single hair on her head is touched by you or anyone else, I’m not going to kill you, Jordan. I’ll get Killian here to find out your darkest and deepest fears and bring them all to life before killing you. Do you understand?”
He doesn’t, but he nods anyway. I drop him back to the floor and Cartier is at the door, glaring at me. “Are you fucking done?”
I wipe my hands on Killian, turning my back to her. “I mean it, Cartier. There’ll be a bloodbath if I get back and you’re not here.” Once I hit the stairwell, my eyes laser into hers. “And you know I can…”
Jogging down the stairs, we all head out of The Castle to a waiting SUV. There’s three in a line and Bishop and Nate wind the window down at the front.
Bishop whistles. “He’s about a two-hour flight away. Didn’t get far for whatever reason.” I don’t ask any more questions. I want to get the fuck on this plane and get some fucking answers.