Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
“We can reminisce later.” Adam claps his hands and pulls her from me. “We got shit to do.”
She rips herself from him and wipes the tears from her face, sniffling.
“How do you feel?” Adam asks me.
“Good.” I nod.
“We’ve got maybe twenty minutes before the adrenaline wears off,” he tells me, and I jump down off the metal slab, taking a quick look to see we’re in the morgue at Carnage.
“Adrenaline? What the fuck are you into?” Jasmine demands, glaring at him.
He doesn’t answer her, and I wonder what the hell she’s doing here at Carnage. “What the fuck have I missed?” I ask, stretching my neck and arms. Fuck, I feel good right now, but Adam is right. It won’t last long.
“Apparently as much as I have.” Jasmine crosses her arms over her chest.
“We don’t have time,” Adam growls at her.
“How many days has it been?” I look at Ashtyn.
She drops her face to stare at the floor. “Four,” she whispers, and I get a pain in my chest that has nothing to do with the bullet Devin removed. “Ash—?”
“Put this on.” Adam interrupts me, placing a bag on the slab I jumped off. “The girls are going to help us.”
I look back and forth between Adam and the redhead. That was just yesterday when I woke up in the morgue and tied the girls up and pretended to take them as hostages to fool Benny into thinking we were his men. We needed the element of surprise. We couldn’t have pulled it off without them.
“Jasmine—”
“Adam.” Her tone further proves my point that she still wants to punch his lights out.
“We should—”
“I have syphilis,” she states, and I choke on the water in my mouth.
He smiles at her. “No, you don’t.”
She rolls her eyes and rips her arm from his hold, stomping off with a bleach blonde following her. She must belong to Cross because he also follows them, finding an open space at the bar to order drinks away from us.
“Man, you must have really fucked up for her to choose an STD over your dick.” Bones laughs, finding too much joy in their exchange. Even Titan can’t hide his laughter, and Nite smiles.
I lean into Adam. “You know she’s been fucking Kash, right?”
He snorts. “Pretty sure I was fucking her first.” He steps away, making his way through the crowd, and pushes his way to the bar so he can stand next to her.
I notice Bones and Titan watching the exchange before they both look at me. I shrug, staying the fuck out of that. I have enough problems of my own, and I’m in this godforsaken city to fix one of them.
I’m actually surprised to see her here since she was just at Carnage. She’s close with Ashtyn. She probably felt that she and Saint needed their privacy after everything. I don’t blame her.
“What the fuck is up, man?” a guy calls out, coming up to me.
I set my water down as he approaches, and we do the half handshake hug. “What are you doing all the way here in Vegas?” I ask. The Lord is a long way from home since he lives in New York.
His eyes slide to one of the Mason brothers helping behind the bar and then back to mine. “Business never sleeps.” He smirks, and his eyes find Jasmine at the bar. Hooke went to Barrington with my brothers and me. He graduated the same year as us.
I pick up my water, shaking my head in disbelief. “Ain’t that the truth.”
The lights turn off, and the crowd screams when the music stops. A spotlight comes on, pointing over in a corner to a hallway, and Grave bounces out of it as “Bloody Nose” by Hollywood Undead plays. The crowd gets louder than I knew possible.
I turn around to the bar and hold up my water, signaling that I want another one. I'm rethinking not having any alcohol because it’s going to be a long day. For the first time since the Lords have forced me to start seeing therapists, I wish I had those sleeping pills on me. And the pretty brunette naked in my bed to bury my cock into as I pass the fuck out.
ANNABELLE
I feel like I’m running circles around Haidyn. I pretend to know what the fuck I’m doing, and he just tells me that he wants to fuck me. It’s getting to the point where I go home, get undressed, and get myself off thinking of him.
It’s unbearable. This guy is mentally fucking me, and I’m just supposed to take it. I haven’t heard from the Lords in a few weeks. Have they forgotten me? Surely not. I’m not going to give up.
I’ve done everything they asked me to do.
Sitting up, I run my hand over my face and groan at the pounding headache I have from going out last night.