Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
He seemed amused. That was a good sign.
“Her vagina must be sore,” I added, hoping to get another smile and then ease myself out of this room alive.
A bark of laughter startled me, and he flicked his tongue ring.
“Her ass and throat took some of the pounding too,” he told me. “I had some personal frustration to burn off.”
I felt my face heat up. This time, I bit my tongue to keep from blurting out some other stupid remark. I’d been lucky so far, but at any time, this man could put a gun to my head. I wasn’t sure what might make him snap.
“I thought it was the face and body. I’ll admit, you’re a head-turner, but there are plenty of hot pieces of ass out there. But I think I get it now. I can see why he got so fucked up over you. You remind me of someone… special to me.”
“What?” slipped right on out of my lips before I could think that through.
The guy stepped closer to me. “You’ve got a personality under all that other shit. It’s sassy. There’s a little wildcat in there. I respect it.”
Was he flirting with me? He couldn’t be. I was on their shit list. The you aren’t allowed near anyone who is ours list. The we don’t trust you list.
They’d made sure I understood that any contact I had with Saxon would be crossing a line I wouldn’t return from.
“This wildcat prefers not to piss off the big bad wolf. So, I’ll let you finish up in here, and I can start on another room. I’ll come back when you’re done,” I told him, tying the bag up as I headed for the door, my heart racing as fear coiled in my gut.
“Who is the big bad wolf?” he asked me.
I paused, then glanced back at him over my shoulder. “You held a gun to my back,” I reminded him, thinking maybe I shouldn’t have said anything at all.
His laughter was low and deep. I watched as he rubbed his jaw, and I noticed he had tattoos on his fingers too. He looked at me through his lashes with his head slightly tilted down.
“It’s a fucking shame,” he finally said.
“What?” I asked nervously.
He sighed. “That you’re AJ’s sister. Because I think you’re exactly what Sax needs.”
I swallowed hard and quickly left the room, not stopping until I was safely on another floor and locked in an empty room. Leaning against a wall, I slid down and pulled my knees up to my chest. I began to focus on my breathing to get through the building panic attack. I could control it normally. I just had to breathe.
Four
Saxon
Gage sat back on the leather sofa in Liam Walsh’s office, smoking a cigar, smirking at me. He was enjoying this. I had gotten trashed and taken home a stripper who also did adult movies. We’d used condoms, but I was sure as hell getting checked as soon as we got back to Ocala.
“Echo, huh? You gonna see her again?” Gage asked me.
“No,” was my immediate response.
“Did all three of you take one of Liam’s girls to the hotel?” Levi asked as he sat across from me, frowning.
“Kye and Mattia shared one,” I muttered.
That one had talked non-fucking-stop on the ride over here. At least Echo wasn’t that annoying. She’d just kept touching me. I felt like I needed a damn shower.
“Surprised Kye didn’t rope you into his threesome instead of Mattia.” Gage smirked.
“Spanking asses with belts isn’t my thing, and neither is seeing another guy’s dick near the girl I’m trying to fuck.”
There was a lot in my life that had changed over the past six months, but that part was mine to control. I wasn’t letting the family completely transform me.
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” Gage drawled. “Not that I want that anymore but every single guy needs to have a taste of it. Just once.”
Levi let out a short laugh. “You’d fucking murder a man if he got his dick near Shiloh.”
Gage took the cigar from his clamped teeth. “I’d murder a man for thinking about Shiloh and his dick in the same sentence.”
“Just not my thing,” I grumbled. My head was still pounding. Why did he have to keep talking?
“Where the fuck is Liam?” Levi asked, standing back up and walking over to the liquor cabinet. “It’s Thanksgiving tomorrow, and Aspen is giddy about that shit. I need to get home.”
“Had an issue at one of his clubs in Miami last night. He’s on his way. Besides, Kye isn’t here yet. Left his wallet in the hotel room,” Gage told him. “The women are all cooking and baking. Well, except my woman. She’s just there, looking pretty.”
I dropped my head and rubbed my temples some more. That seemed to be the only relief I could get. I wasn’t touching a drop of alcohol for weeks. This was hell. I should have stuck with a couple of beers.