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)
Starting up my car, I pull up “Acid Annie” by Natalia Kills on my phone and connect it to my Bluetooth and turn it up all the way. I know what I’m about to do will fucking piss him off, but I no longer care. I’ll hit him where it’ll count and then face the consequences later.
HAIDYN
“Honeymoon stage over already?”
I look up to see Adam standing in the kitchen with nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs on. “What makes you say that?”
“I walked in on you and your girl fucking around earlier.” His eyes meet mine, and he smiles. “I was rooting for her to shoot you,” he jokes and wiggles his eyebrows. “I like her.”
“Don’t,” I warn.
“What?” He shrugs.
“I’ve had enough close calls with death that I don’t need any more.” At the mention of my close calls to death, my hand goes to my chest, rubbing the tender spot where I was recently shot. It’s getting better.
Her words drown out my previous thoughts. In a world where it’s either you or me…I’ll always choose me.
Fuck, she was on fire. I understand it was anger, but it was sexy as hell. The way she barged into my house. The fact that she came prepared to shoot me had me hard as a rock. I wanted to rip off her clothes, pin her down on the floor, and fuck her ass while she held the gun to my face. It’s an adrenaline rush that I haven’t experienced in a long time.
For someone who has a cunt, she’s got balls.
I like it. It’s refreshing. She’s exactly what I’ve been looking for in my repetitive life. Giving me something to do.
“Is this what she wants?” Adam asks, looking at the laptop on the kitchen island.
“Yep.” It was right there the whole time. She never saw it and didn’t even look for it. She thought I had it hidden away where she couldn’t find it.
“Find anything on it?” he asks.
“Not that I could see. I was wondering if you could look at it.” He nods. “She’s receiving emails from an encrypted address. They also seem to be deleted after she views them. I couldn’t get far, but I figured you could give it a try.” She had a few pictures of me saved, but other than that, there was nothing I could see.
“Of course.” He pulls a beer out of the fridge and pops off the cap before taking a sip.
“What do you think they’re looking for?”
I run a hand through my hair. “I have no fucking clue.”
“It could be Benny,” he guesses.
“He’s locked up inside Carnage.” I shake my head. “I know it’s been a while since you’ve spent significant time there, but we don’t allow prisoners to have screen time.”
He chuckles. “I mean whoever he was working with. Maybe he had to check in, and now that he’s not, they’ve sent someone to keep an eye on him.”
“No. That wouldn’t work because I was seeing Charlotte before Saint found and brought Ashtyn back.”
“Found anything new with the guy in the picture with Benny that you got in Vegas?”
I shake my head. “Bones sent me some footage from Glass, but he was always solo.”
“I’ll take a look,” he says, giving up trying to guess because it’s pointless. We can stand here and try to figure it out until we’re blue in the face. We won’t know we’re on the right track until we get confirmation.
I have an idea of who it is and what they want, but I’m going to keep it to myself for now. It gives me more time with my new toy. Charlotte made me realize I’ve gone easy on her. I’m more than willing to up my game.
There’s a knock on the door, and I look over at Adam. He shakes his head and raises his hands. “Not for me.”
Sighing, I make my way to the front doors with a smirk on my face. I knew she’d come back, but I expected her to rush in just like last time. “Hello, doll—”
My words are cut off when I see Saint on my front porch. The smirk disappears, and he pushes his way past me into my house. I slam the door behind him.
He comes to a stop when he sees Adam standing in the kitchen drinking his beer and spins around to face me. Glaring, I cross my arms over my chest.
“Should have known I’d find you two together.” Saint shakes his head.
“I’d ask how you found me, but I don’t need to.” Annabelle.
“She’s very worried about you,” he says in a tone that tells me he’s still pissed at me for lying and helping his wife run away from him. But obviously, he couldn’t pass up the chance to show me that he knows where I am.