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)
I drop to the floor beside her, taking out a pair of yoga pants, hoodie, and a crop, quickly changing as Lilith slips into something similar. I slide open the pocket inside the suitcase, taking out two of the knives I have locked in the secret compartment.
“What about your two boyfriends?” Lilith asks, tucking a knife between her tits.
“They’ll be the ones taking us and getting us out of here.” There’s a knock on the door, and I immediately know it’s not my fuckhead of a family since none of them would knock. Swinging the door open to Jordan, I lean in. “Get the car and get Christopher to help us out of here without being seen.”
Jordan nods before disappearing down the long hallway. There’s still talking—yelling—going on downstairs, but I block it out, waiting for Christopher. The lounge room is in front of the kitchen, hiding the elevator access so all we have to do is tiptoe down the stairs.
Christopher stops between the stairs and the kitchen, blocking the only crack of view that they could spot us through, and I grab Lilith by the hand, directing us down. My Vans squeak against the wood, but because King is yelling at both of them, I’m pretty sure they don’t hear it.
Taking the steps quickly, we rush past Christopher and hit the G button. Seconds pass and I feel like I might explode from the anxiety, and it’s not until the doors part and close that I finally release the breath I was clearly holding.
“Shit.” Lilith leans over, resting her hands on her knees in a huff. “Damn, I thought we would for sure get caught.”
“There’s only one thing that will distract any of those boys, and that’s each other.” The elevator drops down and I turn to face her. “I don’t know what we’re about to walk in on, or if it’s anything. There’s a high probability that this is a decoy, especially if they know I have eyes on their movements, but I’m sick of waiting. I want him home, Lilith.”
Her smile falls sadly. “I know. Me too. We can at least scope it out tonight.”
That is definitely the plan. “Yes.”
The doors part and we scurry through the reception area, ignoring the looks from behind the desk and dashing outside until the cold air sends chills through my lungs. The car is already waiting on the curb and I quickly slide into the back with Lilith right behind me.
Jordan’s eyes come to mine in the mirror. “Where to?”
I take my phone out of my pocket and open up the link Nial sent, syncing it to the car’s Bluetooth.
“That’s about a fifteen-minute drive out.” He pulls away from the curb.
“Is it the same way we’re going tomorrow for the party?” I ask the question that has been scratching the back of my mind since Nial told me Eli is in Prague.
“No.” He drives us onto the main road. “That will be in the opposite direction, but around the same distance.”
“Kyrin knew about him being alive, didn’t he?” Lilith’s voice breaks toward the end.
I pause, my finger hovering over the screen of my phone. “What gave it away?”
“Oh, I don’t know…” she answers sarcastically. Kyrin is in so much trouble. Wish I could feel bad for him. I don’t. “Maybe the fact that he didn’t even flinch when you said he was alive and then decided to start a fight with Keaton instead.”
I sigh, turning in my seat. We have fifteen minutes, so I may as well use it to tell her all that I know. “I don’t know why he didn’t tell you, but yes, he knew. I—” I pause, trying to find the right way to say my next words. “I’m the new CEO of Midnight Mayhem. I have been for some time, since Delila died, actually, but I’ve stayed low-key. Just this morning—or night, depending on the time zone—The Brothers found out about that. They’re all lashing out the only way they know how.”
“I figured, but why does it matter that that’s what you’re doing? Isn’t that a good thing? You are Kiznitch, you should be in Mayhem, but you were never allowed to be in the shows because of Kyrin?”
“Yes and no,” I answer, trying to hold back my tears. “Yes, because you’re right, but no, because there are a lot of activities that me being in this position entails. Keaton for one, he and I will be working a lot closer together for reasons that we both probably don’t want to be.”
“What does Keaton do? Like, for Kiznitch?”
I chew on my lower lip. “Well, he’s a catcher.”
“A catcher?” Lilith’s head tilts in confusion. A second later, her words catch up to her brain and her eyes widen. “Oh.”
“Yeah…”
“So he traps the recruits and is the reason for their PTSD?”