Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“How could you do this to her?” she asks me.
I remain silent.
“You can’t just let her go?” My teeth clench. “Huh? Just let her be.” She runs over to me, slapping my face. “You piece of shit.” She slaps me again.
“Stop!” Chance orders, placing a hand on her chest, holding her back.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” Corbin barks, stepping out of my bathroom, hearing the commotion while pocketing his cell.
“Then handle your bitch,” Chance says.
She looks at her boyfriend, tears now in her eyes. “You knew? Everything you said to her … you were lying?” Her voice shakes, showing how hurt she is that he didn’t fill her in on our plan.
Like a mask sliding over Corbin’s face, it goes blank. We’ve been trained to shut down, to keep secrets from others no matter who they are.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks Corbin.
But it’s Chance who answers. “Because it’s none of your goddamn business.”
She looks at Corbin, expecting him to stick up for her, but still, he says nothing. She sucks in a deep breath, and I know she’s about to go off on me. “I just left Elli’s. She was in the shower scrubbing herself raw. She was going to use bleach,” she shouts, getting angry with me again. “Fucking bleach, Easton.” She slaps me again.
This time, Corbin comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, pinning hers to her sides. Picking her up off the floor, she tries to kick me but she’s too far away now. “You fucking bastard,” she spits out. “She loves you.”
My chest tightens.
“She loves you and you’ve ruined her.”
“What do you think I’m doing?” I snap, unable to stay quiet. “Huh? I’m trying to keep her alive.”
He sets her down on her feet again. “By killing her?” she snaps. “God, Sin, just let her go.” She begins to cry. “Let her be with Chance.” Over my dead body. “Let her have a life without you. All you do is hurt her. Lie to her. Cheat on her.”
“I’ve never cheated on her,” I growl, not listening to that bullshit again.
“We saw you!” She’s screaming so loud it’s hurting my ears. I’ve never seen my sister this distraught before. Since I left Elli passed out in our bed, I’ve been worried about the state of mind I put her in. I’m doing what has to be done, doesn’t matter if I agree with it or not. I’ve got to prove myself. “Amelia showed us the video in the bathroom,” she goes on.
I look over at Chance and he shakes his head, not understanding either. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I argue.
“Quit fucking lying to me! I’m not going to believe your bullshit anymore. We saw you and Amelia in your room at the house of Lords. We watched her get undressed, crawl into your bed and then you tied her down …” She pauses to catch her breath.
“And what?” I demand, my heart picking up at what she’s describing.
“Elli knocked the phone out of Amelia’s hand, obviously done watching her boyfriend cheat on her.” She huffs. “But it was clear, Easton. You’re a lying, cheating piece of shit.” She rushes me again, but Corbin reaches out and grabs a hold of her hair, yanking her back.
“Babe, calm down,” he growls, holding her in place while she fights his hold.
“And you told her about James and Lincoln,” she goes on. “Why? To make yourself feel better? You’re no better than them. Taking advantage of her.”
My jaw clenches. “This conversation is over,” I growl, hearing enough.
Corbin picks her feet up off the floor and spins around, dragging her out of my room kicking and screaming. Normally, I’d be concerned where he’s taking her, but right now, I don’t care.
“How the fuck does she know all of that?” I ask myself.
“Amelia,” Chance answers.
“How the fuck did she know?” I narrow my eyes on him.
He raises his hands. “I haven’t told that bitch shit.”
“That only leaves one other person.”
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IT’S BEEN TWO days since my sister barged into my room and I still have no clue what’s going on. I can’t ask Amelia because then she’ll know that I know. I’d rather keep her in the dark as much as possible. She’s obviously talking and the less she’s aware that I know, the better.
Entering my father’s home study, I see him sitting at his desk. “Got a second?” I ask.
“Have a seat.” He gestures to the chair across from his desk.
I fall into it. “If this is about your wedding—”
“It’s not,” I interrupt him.
He nods, sitting back and getting comfortable. “What do you need?”
“What do you know about Carnage?” I ask.
His body stiffens, eyes narrowing for a brief second before he masks it. But he avoids my question. “I know that you need to stay away from there.”