Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
I never felt jealousy toward women around Tyler, but that’s probably because I didn’t care enough—didn’t crave his attention, his touch like I do Callan’s.
“But…” she starts, but he shuts her up with a look. Dropping her gaze to her heels, she bobs her head. “Fine.” She blows out an aggravated breath and storms toward me, her dress billowing behind her like a serpent’s tail, slowing when she’s beside me where I stand just inside the doorway. I keep my eyes focused ahead, not giving her the satisfaction of my attention.
“My hair will grow back. Your head won’t when Callan hacks it from your shoulders. And make no mistake, I’ll be there to watch, Devil bitch.” She sneers.
I envision myself ramming her face into the doorframe. Watching her crumble in a heap as her blood pools around her, but instead, I do nothing. She’s not important right now.
She strides past me out of the room, her heels tapping against the wood floor.
“Hey, Georgina,” I call out, halting her steps. She turns, folding her arms over her chest. “You’re a cunt.” I slam the door closed. The gust of wind from my effort lifts my hair, splaying it over my cheeks. I leave it there to hide the bruise blooming from Tyler’s rough hand.
When I turn around, Callan’s glaring at me, his body rigid. A cold draft chases up my spine, curling around my neck like a noose. I avert my eyes, trying to find somewhere else to focus, and my gaze lands on a dent chipped in the table leg.
“Is there something you need to tell me?” His words mirror those that he spoke to Kitty back at the carnival. Shit. Kitty. She’s going to be pissed when she finds out who I am from Georgina.
A dull headache begins pounding behind my eyes. What the hell can I say? Lies coat the tip of my tongue, but I choke them back.
“Looks like Georgina already told you.” I attempt to straighten my spine and slip my mental armor in place. Callan moves like a supernatural being. One minute he’s across the room and the next he’s standing over me, imprisoning me with his body. His palm slams against the door next to me. I don’t flinch. I’m frozen, rooted to the spot. I’ve been surrounded by criminals and killers my whole life. Have lived with them. Grown up with them.
But Callan is the most dangerous of them all.
He holds the power to break me.
“I’m not asking her. I’m asking you.” Unbridled rage fires in his dark stare. I wilt under it, my bones turning to ash. Game over. Please don’t hate me.
“His name is Tyler,” I murmur, watching him for a reaction of recognition.
“I know who he fucking is. What was he doing at your motel room after you left here with my cum on your tongue?” His nostrils flare, his breathing rapid. He’s jealous.
“I didn’t fuck him in my hotel room if that’s what you’re getting at.”
His gaze sharpens, warming and chilling me in the same breath. “Not how Georgina tells it.”
I frantically try to control my breathing, but it’s impossible with his wrath bearing down on me. He’s such a formidable man it’s hard not to crumble beneath him. Fear roots itself in my chest, expanding like a weed. Not the fear of him hurting me, but the fear of him hating me. Seeing me as the enemy, even though that’s how I should see him. I just can’t.
“Well, you’re not asking her, remember?” I’m antagonizing foolishly. He could kill me right now, and I bet Tyler wouldn’t do anything to avenge me either.
“Rogue.” Icy fingers wrap around my name in warning, snuffing out any warmth. An ominous wave of dread settles in my gut.
“I know him. I saw his number calling your phone last night.” I grind out. The urge to put space between us and close it simultaneously sends a tremble through my bones. The glare on his face makes me want to weep.
“You’ve been spying on me?” The muscles in his jaw tic. The room shrinks, darkness creeping from the shadows and caging us in.
“It isn’t spying when it was accidental,” I bite out. None of this is the point. My heart thunders against my chest wall.
“How well do you know him?” His voice is a hoarse growl. His nostrils flare.
“Callan.” It’s a plea. Don’t make me answer.
“Say it. The gig’s up, Princess.”
A wounded gasp slips past my lips. The sting from him using my real name is potent.
“We were engaged.” I summon strength into my tone to hide the misery.
He steps back as if I burned him, his face contorting in disgust. “You were engaged to Tyler Tears Stratham?”
He spits Tyler’s Road name like it tastes bad in his mouth.
“It’s a long story.” The words stick to my tongue like tar.