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)
Little does he know, all it would take is one word for his world to shatter at his feet. Tigger. And mine, though, and I’m not ready to die.
“You think because you’ve grown tits you can walk around like we don’t own the steps you take?” His arm flies up in front of my face, squeezing the pillar to the bed.
Kyrin smirks, raising a dark brow. “Keaton, make your point without her tits coming out of your mouth unless you want my fist in yours.” Now it’s my turn to smirk.
The corner of my lip curls upward, and I slowly drag my eyes away from Kyrin, and up to a feral looking Keaton. His jaw is wider, sharper, meaner, and his eyes look darker, as if they’ve seen even more things that his mind is trying to bury. My smug smirk almost falters when my stomach drops to the floor at our eyes finally connecting after two years, but my stubbornness will always win out.
“Did you hear that, Keats?” I bat my lashes up at him. “Ky said—” His chest brushes against my arm as he closes the distance between us and his other hand that was tucked behind my back is suddenly on my ass.
His voice is enough for Kyrin to hear, but his tone is laced with malice. “I heard what he said, but he knows I’m right.”
My heart hammers against my chest as sweat slides down my temples, and I’m pretty sure that I’m going to need another shower.
“T, I can’t keep tabs on you if you’re fucking sleeping with everyone.” Kyrin lowers himself onto the bed and I quickly step away from Keaton, glaring up at him while clutching my towel tighter.
“Fuck you,” I mouth to him quietly.
“Later…” he answers loudly, flashing his white teeth.
I flip him off and round the bed. Damage control on Kyrin is getting easier the older I get, or the longer I’m working for Midnight Mayhem.
I lower myself beside him and rest my hand on his thigh. “You don’t need to stress about me. I told you I’m fine.” And also, you motherfucker, you stuck an Elite King on my ass who won’t detach.
“Shut the fuck up, Cartier. The fact that you actually think that only strengthens my case that you need it.” Ky turns to face me, wrapping his arm around my neck and pulling me beneath it. He kisses me hard on top of my head. “You know you stress us all out equally, but we all just deal with it in different ways.”
“Like for one,” Keaton butts in, and if I was still standing near him, I’m pretty sure my head would be going into his nose. “I gather distractions.”
Kyrin stares at Keaton, his face scrunched. “Is that what you’re calling them? Because I don’t know if that’s what I’d call them.”
Keaton ignores him, lowering onto the chair in the corner of the room.
“Okay, well, I’m glad we had this chat. Now do you both mind fucking off so I can get ready for tonight?”
“What?” Kyrin snaps at the same time Keaton does. “What the fuck do you mean? You’re not coming tonight…”
I peel his arm off me before he chooses to body slam me onto the bed and locks me to the pillars. “Yes, I am.” I hang my dress on the door in the bathroom, knowing that they’d both follow me.
“Says who? You’re not fucking Mayhem, you aren’t in the business yet, Cartier, you shouldn’t be anywhere near the recruit tonight.”
I keep my back turned to maintain my breathing. “I am Kiznitch, so it’s not entirely a bad idea to have me there.”
“Watch her!” Kyrin points to me, raising his phone to his ear and leaving the room. No doubt snitching on me to Mommy, only he’s about to learn that things have changed.
“What the fuck is going on with you?” Keaton asks, breaking my thoughts about my brother.
“What do you mean?” I duck beneath the arm he was using to cage me inside my closet, turning the light on in the bathroom.
Keaton snatches my wrist, and when he pulls me into his chest and kicks the door closed behind him, I’m sure. “What the fuck is happening with you?”
I bat my lashes up at him, watching as the flecks of ember that are scattered throughout his eyes burn to life. “You know… same old. Fucking, riding, drinking, partying. Not much else…”
He steps farther into my space, his fingers teasing the curve of my breast that spills out from the towel. “Cute that you think I’m stupid, Tigger. Only thing is you’re not cute at all.”
My heart hammers in my chest, and that familiar rush of adrenaline anytime he’s near surges through my body. “I don’t know… I’ve been told I can be pretty cute when I’m gagged, cuffed, and on my knee—” He slams his hand over my mouth and uses it to shove my weight back until I hit the basin.