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)
“What happened?”
“Nial…”
“Fuck, okay, sorry. I told her not to go alone. I’ll hack the security cams and see if I can get anything for you. Sending over the address now.”
I scoop up the keys on the coffee table and pause in front of Kyrin, who’s still staring at me like I’ve kicked his fucking kitten. I didn’t. I just fucked his baby sister. “We can do this later.”
“You don’t fucking care about her, Keaton, so why the fuck would you do it?”
“Oh, and you know what I care about?” My brows raise to my hairline, and before he can say another word, I walk toward the door. He can be as mad as he wants, but right now, I need to know where the fuck she is and how she gets away with all the fucking secrecy.
Kyrin’s behind me in his car, and a Lambo behind him. I can’t fucking see straight. Whatever Cartier is doing, I know she’s doing it for Eli, but she’s being reckless.
“How long do you think he’s going to be mad at you for?” King asks from the passenger seat, his finger tapping to the strum of Dru Hill and Redman’s “How Deep is Your Love”.
“I don’t even know at this point.” I drop it down a gear, making my way onto the highway.
“You know he has a point.” His head turns to the side.
“Nah, man. You don’t get to do this. You, of all people, work her up the most. You don’t get to ride my dick about her too.”
“Yeah, Keat, I do, because as much as Cartier and I fight, she’s still like a little sister to me. You broke the code. Only one girl you couldn’t have, and you just had to have her.”
I cluck my tongue against the wall in my mouth. “It isn’t like that with her. You think I fucking want to hurt her any more than any of you do?” I look between King and the road, the flashing lights that line the asphalt burning my retinas. “I fucking don’t. But it’s who we are.”
“You can’t tell her. You took a blood oath. We all did. Probably why Ky is pissed the most.”
I slam it into third and press my foot to the ground. “I fucking know.”
It’s quiet. The kind of silence that exists for mourning, or right before your boyfriend is about to break your heart. I’ve never had my heart broken. I never thought much about that until now. I’m twenty, and I’ve never had my heart broken because only one man has ever had the chance to hold it.
We stop outside a large white house with a wraparound porch. Sprinklers spray all over the plush green lawn.
“Is it possible that whoever this is, is Kiznitch or Elite Kings? I mean, this is money…”
I lean over Lilith, pushing the window button down, but it doesn’t work.
“I’m not allowing you to do that, Cartier. I don’t know if it’s safe.” Jordan doesn’t say another word as he checks the barrel of his gun.
“It is quiet.” Lilith’s voice is a notch above a whisper.
“I know…” There isn’t any movement outside the house. Almost as though no one lives here.
After our escape from Patience a few months ago, I feel confident with Lilith. I know she’s got my back, as I do hers.
“Let’s go check it out…” I pat my ankle, feeling the holster and the knife in my pocket. I can fight. I fight well, but it’s still good to know I have a couple of weapons on me just in case I find myself locked in combat with multiple men.
“Wait—” Lilith’s hand is on my arm and I rest backward. “Eli hasn’t told you anything?”
“Nothing.” I shake my head and reach for the door handle.
“Why?!” Lilith grinds her teeth and I watch firsthand when her anger surfaces. Poor Eli. He’s going to have her wrath in the palm of his hand when this is all over.
“I don’t know, but something tells me Dom has a plan, and whatever that plan is, it involves Eli. That’s all I have right now.”
I reach for the door handle again, Lilith following closely behind. Jordan knows the drill. As much as it pains him to watch me walk into a house that could possibly be filled with traps, he still takes orders from me.
I jog lightly up the driveway, ducking beneath an overgrown tree that falls over the road.
Lilith closes in behind me. “Why are the lights off?”
“I don’t know.” I pull my knife out of the holster in my jeans. “I’ve changed my mind.”
“What do you mean?” Lilith’s whispers are a little too loud, but with all the anxiety she’s probably dealing with right now, with finding out about Eli being alive, and then him being alive but now accessible, I’ll give it to her.