Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“You’re too young to drink,” Adora snaps.
“Sister dearest, I’ve been drinking for a long time.” She clicks her fingers at Lucas and me and smiles. “Follow me, boys. Scott, if you would be kind enough to show us to a bedroom, my boys will sleep with me tonight.”
“Follow me.” He turns and grips Adora’s hip, giving her no room for objection to follow him. She glances over her shoulder, flicking her eyes from her sister to me.
Tonight should be very fucking interesting.
FIVE
ADORA
Why is he here?
Did I really think he wouldn’t find me?
I mean Joey, my husband.
And from what I’ve learned about him, he’s incredibly clever, more so than anyone around him.
“You’ll be in my room tonight, for appearances,” Scott whispers for only me to hear, and a shiver runs right through me.
“Thought you didn’t want me in there.”
“I’ll pat you down,” he says with a shrug, holding the door open. “And if need be, I’ll tie you to the bed.”
I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but Abigail is walking up behind me with Lucas and Joey.
I know they aren’t here to bring me home.
He’s here to kill me.
I wonder if my sister knows that and if she’s okay with it.
“Nice home. How long have you lived here, sister?” Abigail asks. I glance back and see her licking her teeth in annoyance. She’s mad at me, that much is clear.
“You should stay somewhere else with your men.”
“My men?” she asks mockingly, looking back at them. “I guess I did say that, didn’t I?” Lucas keeps his head down, but Joey’s gaze stays locked on me.
Scott walks off to the bar and starts pouring us drinks. One of his men is stationed at the door while we all stand inside.
“Whiskey?” Scott asks my sister.
“Vodka,” Abigail replies, and I grip her arm.
“Get away from here,” I say quietly through gritted teeth. Locking eyes with her, I can tell how angry she is. Why? Who damn-well knows?
“Haven’t you missed me, dear sister?” So much venom is laced in her every word, and I wish I had a moment to speak with her alone to get to the bottom of it. “Scott…” I drop her arm as she looks past me at him. “Did you know your wife has been fucking someone else?”
My eyes betray me and stray back to Joey. Fortunately, my back is to Scott, so he doesn’t see.
“Oh, really. And how would you know this?”
“I met him,” Abigail continues, unrelenting.
“Really?” Scott hands Abigail her drink. “Seems since she ran away from me, I had heard she preferred women over men.”
Scott doesn’t know about Joey and for that, I am thankful. But Abigail, she may. If she doesn’t, I am not sure why she’d be saying these things.
“Oh, I didn’t know that. Chasing the puss, hey, sis?” she says with a laugh. I finally manage to break my eyes off Joey.
“It’s late.”
“Is it? I think the night is just beginning.”
“Signore,” one of Scott’s men calls. They speak in Italian before he follows him out.
As soon as the door shuts, I grip Abigail’s arm, her drink splashing over both of us.
“Get out of here,” I tell her, getting in her face.
She pulls her hand free. “That’s not going to happen. I have nowhere to go.”
“You can go back with him.” I point to Joey, who remains silent.
“Your fuck buddy?” Abigail laughs, but this time it’s without humor. “Did you know he’s married too? He wears a ring. Are you just a hussy?”
“I was his wife, Abigail,” I seethe, and she pauses, then her eyes widen.
“Lies.” She shakes her head but glances back at Joey, who’s too busy watching the door to notice us.
“We have company.” Lucas gains our attention as the door opens, and in walks Scott. With Keir.
“Why is he here?” Abigail asks.
Oh, so she does know things. Though in our world, you always know who is next to lead. We have all heard of Keir.
“It’s time you all left. We have business to discuss.”
“They can stay,” Keir says as he looks at each of us. “I see you met my brother and cousin.” Scott looks on, confused, though he tries to hide it until Joey removes his hat and nods.
“No, I didn’t.” Scott glances at Abigail, swallowing hard. “Seems my sister-in-law is keeping secrets.”
“No, that would be your wife,” Abigail bites back.
Everyone’s eyes fall on me, but it’s the icy-blue gaze I can feel burning through me that hurts the most. He’s furious. I just know he wants to tear my head and limbs from my body and then put them back into their precise locations with no anesthetic. He may be angry right now, but what he doesn’t understand is that I had to do what I did. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Scott is the father of my child. And no matter how much I despise him, I can’t change that fact.