Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“No.” I face the mirror once more, pulling in a long breath. “That gives me plenty of time.”
Her eyes narrow. “Do I need to check to make sure our weapons are still where we put them?”
I laugh loudly, smiling across the three. “Yeah, sorry about that, but to answer your question, no. I have my own weapons now.”
“Why does it sound like you mean on you, as in tucked into your wedding dress?”
I simply smile, turning when there’s a knock at the door just as Mino pokes his head in.
He grins wide, shaking his head. “You ready, tiny dancer?”
“It’s now or never.”
“Ha!” He slaps the door. “That’s fucking funny.”
“What?” I play coy, lifting a shoulder. “It’s not like he tattooed his name on me or anything. Oh wait.” I tip my head Mino’s way. “You did that.”
He gives a little side smirk, holding his arm out for me to take. “I’m just happy he didn’t want it on your ass. There’s a solid chance he’d have killed me if I started rubbing on that booty.”
I fight a laugh, swallowing it when I step out of the room, to find my sister and the other girls standing around.
Mino doesn’t let go, instead leading me forward and pausing, forcing them to come to me in a move of pure purpose. I’ll have to thank him for it later.
Rocklin rolls her shoulders, shuffling in her heels and reaching out for my hand. “You look insane!”
Delta nods, fingers trailing along her necklace. “Bold choice, Boston. I like.”
“You look like a bad bitch, girl.” Bronx nods, eating a bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, shoes already kicked off her feet.
“And you look like my every fantasy come to life.” I look left just as Hayze comes around the corner, fresh suit tailored to perfection, yet somehow, he looks even more like the degenerate he is.
Bronx gets stuck staring at him, but only a second before tossing her chips his way, making him jump back in horror. “I told you to wait outside.”
“And your daddy told me to keep you in my sight at all times.” He smirks.
“There’re a hundred fucking guards on these grounds and I can probably outthrow all of them. Fuck off.” She faces me then. “Tell him, Boston. Your house, your rules.”
I go to open my mouth, but Hayze tsks his tongue, holding up his right hand and showing off the massive golden ring sitting on his finger. My jaw drops and I snap my gaze to Bronx once more. “He’s you’re official guardian now?!”
She groans, growls, then spins, glaring at him. “He’s a glorified babysitter who doesn’t belong.”
“And you’re a fucking brat that needs a solid ass whoopin’,” he seethes.
“Hey, Hayze.” She flutters her lashes, biting her lip as she pushes up against him. “Fuck. Off.” She presses her red-covered fingertips into his suit jacket and drags them all the way down the front before he can protest, effectively using him as a napkin.
Hayze’s jaw tics, and she hops past him, then starts running for the back door and out of the house, forcing him to chase her.
“Well. Things at Greyson Manor are going to get a lot more interesting soon,” Rocklin says, watching them go.
“And here I thought Delta was going to be the one everyone continued to gossip about, what with her two boyfriends and all,” Mino teases.
Delta’s smile is queen-worthy, and the further it spreads, the more regal she looks. “You didn’t hear?” she asks, the question sounding completely genuine.
“Hear what?”
She runs her fingers along her lower lip, flicking her eyes to mine.
“She doesn’t have two boyfriends anymore.” Rocklin turns toward us and grins. “She has three.”
My brows jump, and Mino looks like he’s trying really hard to concentrate.
“Hmm.” He regards her, unable to hide his curiosity…and interest. “’Kay. And how do you—”
“No.” I shake my head. “Nope. Wedding. Now.”
He stares at Delta a little longer, then shakes his head. “Married. Enzo. Right.” He clears his throat, and I can’t help but laugh at him. “Let’s get all this shit going or we’ll never get to the fun part.”
Arm still wrapped in his, he leads me forward, out the front doors and to the massive amount of security vehicles waiting outside.
“My car is toward the front. Bastian is picking up Dad; they’ll meet us there,” Rocklin tells me, looking over as she steps up, green eyes meeting green eyes. “Want me to take Katana?”
I nod. Holding her gaze. Green on green. We stare at each other for several moments, tension slowly creeping into her gaze, but when the corner of my mouth twitches the slightest bit, her smirk spreads.
“Kill it, Beeks. We’ll be waiting.”
I watch them walk off, then turn toward Mino. “I’d like to ride alone.”
Mino looks off, nodding slightly. “Okay. I’ll be in the car behind you then.”