Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“You don’t have to say anything,” Heath states.
“We just want you two to be happy,” Max declares.
“While you’re our guest,” I add, raising a brow. “Which will happen every weekend.”
“Oh?” She grins. “You’ve made plans?”
“You made the deal, not me,” I say, folding my arms. “And I thought I was being more than generous by allowing you the week off to catch your breath after we fuck you senseless.”
“Though, I can’t promise I won’t visit your home every weekday too,” Heath says, clearing his throat.
“Same,” Max says, giggling as he comes to stand beside us. “I can’t wait for her to see it.”
She frowns. “See what?”
I throw her a key, and she catches it just before it hits her in the chest.
“Rosewood Street, 320. Downtown Crescent Vale City. A three-bedroom, two-story house with two bathrooms, a garage, and your own fenced yard. It’s yours.”
For a moment, she merely stares at me in disbelief.
“You didn’t have a house anymore, right?” Heath says. “Now you do.”
Suddenly, she runs up to us and wraps her arms around all three of us, squishing us together so tightly I can’t even breathe.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, and for the first time since I heard those words, I actually feel my heart squeeze like it’s grateful or something. Weird fucking feeling I’m not used to yet.
“Anything for you,” Max says.
“Don’t be such a fucking simp. I’m doing this for me,” I retort, pulling away.
She snorts. “Of course, you are.”
I grab her throat and pull her close. “You need to be available to me, so I made it happen.”
The excitement in her eyes tells me enough.
“Whew, it’s getting hot in here already,” Max says.
Suddenly, a loud bang downstairs makes us all look up.
“What was that?” Max mutters.
Heath pushes past us and barges out the door to check, so we follow him out.
“SILAS!”
“Oh God, run,” Max mutters as we approach the stairs while Heath starts to bite his nails.
“Who is that?” Ivy asks as we look at the woman with the long black hair barging into the house. Lana Rivera.
Max squeaks. “Oh God, my mother.”
“Silas, what the fuck did you do to my son now?” She steps closer until she’s right in my fucking face. “You’ve been dragging him into your murder sprees?”
“That’s my fault,” Ivy says.
When Max’s mom fixates on Ivy, I block her with my body. “It was my idea to go there in the first place. I take full responsibility.”
“I went along with it on my own accord,” Max says, quaking in his shoes. “I couldn’t let her die.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to involve any of them in my mess,” Ivy says.
“But we just wouldn’t leave her alone,” I say, smirking.
The door cracks open again, and now my mom and dad also barge in, breathing wildly.
“I tried to stop her,” my mom says between breaths.
“She wouldn’t fucking listen to me,” my dad grits. “As usual.”
“I needed to hear this with my own ears,” Max’s mom says.
She glares at Ivy, looking her up and down like she’s inspecting her worth and the weight she carries in the world.
“She’s the girl I told you about,” my dad says. “The one they rescued.”
Lana’s eyes widen and narrow within a fraction of a second. “So … this is her? This is the girl you three killed for?”
“Her name is Ivy,” Max says.
“She needed our help, so we gave it to her,” I say.
“It’s not what you think,” Max mutters.
“It is, and I’m not fucking hiding it anymore,” I say. “We’re in love with her.”
Lana’s jaw slowly drops. “We?”
“Oh God …” Max hides his face in his hands.
“Don’t be a pussy, Max,” Heath says, slapping him on the shoulder.
“Shut up,” Max’s mom says, her black hair swaying over her shoulder.
“Wait … You actually fell in love?” my mom asks like she’s in shock.
I grind my teeth. “Is that so hard to believe?”
Lana tilts her head at Ivy. “Let me see you.”
Ivy steps out from behind me despite me trying to hold her back from both moms’ wrath.
“I apologize for all the damage he’s done on my behalf,” she says. “But I owe him my life.”
“Really?” Mom throws her purple hair back, a smirk slowly appearing on her face. “I never imagined my son would actually kill for a reason other than self-gratification.”
“Wait, what?” My dad’s brows furrow. “You’re actually okay with this?”
“If it’s for the right reasons …” Mom says.
“She had a child. Well, not hers, technically, but she was taking care of her. Her name’s Cora, by the way. Her half sister. She’s really sweet. Poor girl was thrown between father and her mother, who died because of him, by the way.” Max just keeps going until Heath finally steps on his foot, and he whimpers in pain.
“Max, that’s enough, thank you.” Lana sighs.
“Wow. I’m so sorry, Ivy. That sounds horrible,” Mom says.