Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
All eyes fall to me the second the door bangs against the brick wall but I don’t fucking care. Let them watch. Let them be witness to me tearing down their fucking second in command because that’s exactly what’s about to happen.
The folder burns against my skin as I start making my way through the building. It’s fucking huge in here, and a fucking mess. These guys live like slobs. There are four cars spread out across the compound, all being taken apart. I have no doubt that they’re stolen and the poor people who probably spent their hard-earned cash and most likely couldn't afford insurance will never see them again.
Music blares through the building as guys sit against a bar either drinking, smoking, or counting stacks of cash. No matter what they’re doing, their eyes are on me. People don’t just wander in here whenever the fuck they want. If you’re inside this building it’s because you’re either one of them or because you’ve been invited and I can guarantee, not one of my boys would willingly invite me in here.
“Woah,” a familiar voice calls, jogging toward me before anyone else can. Elijah catches me around the waist and instantly starts hauling me back toward the door. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he spits through his teeth, keeping his voice low, overpowering me, and getting me at least three steps back before I even know what’s going on. “Are you fucking insane?”
“Where the fuck is he?” I demand, fighting against Eli’s hold.
“I’ll get him. Just get the fuck out of here before someone decides that they have a problem with it.”
“GET HER OUT OF HERE,” a chilling voice booms through the compound. My head snaps up and I find Kian’s dark, deadly eyes locked on me and my blood instantly runs cold. How is this guy Nic’s father? They look nearly identical but they’re nothing alike. Kian is cold, harsh, and practically cut off from everything that makes a human good, while Nic is the whole fucking world … except for his need to fuck sluts and apparently becoming aggressively possessive like he did this morning. Maybe he does have a few things in common with his father after all.
Eli tugs on me hard and within the blink of an eye, he throws me out the door and the heavy metal slams shut behind us. He keeps me moving, his hard, unimpressed stare never leaving mine as he forces me all the way back to the road and far out of hearing range from the clubhouse.
He doesn’t speak a word directly to me, just silently pulls out his phone and holds it to his ear. “What?” I hear Nic’s sharp voice snap through the phone despite it not even being on speakerphone, going to prove exactly what kind of pissy mood he’s already in after our bullshit this morning.
“Your fucking girl is here and just let herself into the goddamn clubhouse.”
“The fuck?”
“We’re out front.”
Eli ends the call and drops his phone back into his pocket, his glare somehow even sharper. “You’re a fucking fool walking in there like that. Are you trying to cause shit for Nic?”
“I couldn’t give two fucking shits what kind of trouble I cause Nic. I hope he has the whole fucking world brought down on his ass.”
His brows furrow. “What the fuck has gotten into you?”
The door opens with a loud bang and Nic comes striding out looking like the worst kind of guy. The power radiating off him is enough to cut off my response to Eli and I storm toward him, the overwhelming emotions building within me far too great to control.
Anger burns in his eyes and it’s not clear if it’s from our bullshit this morning or if he’s just pissed at the little stunt I just pulled. Honestly, it’s probably both.
“Do you think this is a fucking game?” he roars. “What kind of bullshit do you think you’re playing coming in here unprotected? Do you know what those fuckers would have done to you?”
“Nothing worse than what I’ve already suffered through,” I throw back at him before holding the papers up at him. “What the fuck is this?”
His eyes flick to the big Black Widow marking on the front and something flashes in his eyes that puts him on edge. The papers are stolen from my hands and he flips it open as Sebastian and Kai appear behind him.
“Tell me you didn’t fucking know.”
“Know what?” Sebastian asks, stepping into my side so he can peer over the paperwork. “That my father was involved with Charles Carrington.”
Sebastian’s jaw clenches and just like that, I realize that they all know exactly what’s inside that folder. I snatch the papers back from Nic before he has a chance to finish scanning through them. “Fucking tell me right this goddamn minute what you know or I swear to you, Nic, you will never see me again. I will walk out of here and never look back.”