Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
“I’m surprised your parents haven’t taken care of them yet,” Levi tells her.
“I don’t think they can,” she says. “They have some sort of truce, I think.”
“Really?” Levi frowns. “That’s odd.”
“Tell me about it,” she says, inspecting one of the dead. “Do you think this’ll come back to bite us in the ass?”
“Nah. I’ll ask Dad to take care of these bodies.”
“And you’ll tell him what, exactly?” she asks.
“That we ran into some Bonesmen who were too eager to kill.” Apollo grins. “He hates them as much as we do.”
One of them still squeaks, and I cut through his vocal cords to make sure he never speaks again.
“Wow, you really hate them a lot, don’t you?” Levi says. “I didn’t know you could be this—”
“Violent?” I interject.
“Unhinged.” A lopsided grin spreads on his face. “I like it.”
“Don’t like it too much.” I stab the fucker for good measure. “You might end up on the tip of my knife if you’re not careful.” I drag it out again and watch the blood drip down the metal.
His brow rises. “Are you threatening me?”
“Do you like to be threatened?” I retort.
“Okay, enough with the sexual chemistry.” She sighs. “We’ve got bodies to get rid of, and they won’t walk themselves out of this parking lot.”
“You grab the legs. I’ll grab the arms,” Apollo tells Levi.
We carry all the bodies into the trunk of the car, and then hop inside. I start the engine, but before I slam my foot on the gas, I grab her face with bloodied hands and kiss her hard. “God, I love it when you kill with me.”
Her lips pull away, her hungered eyes connecting with mine, before her lips latch onto Apollo’s. He leans in from the back just to grab her by the throat, and fuck me, nothing is sexier than watching my woman get kissed by another.
Levi leans in too and squeezes her tit as he presses filthy kisses all over her neck, making her giggle.
“I’ll keep kissing and licking our girl while you drive us to our next bloody kill,” Apollo says.
“Get her hot and bothered,” Levi groans against her earlobe before biting it.
“Fuck yes,” Aspen moans.
I glance at her while hitting the gas. “And when we’re done killing those sons of bitches, we’ll have our way with you.”
Apollo
End of the summer
“A toast. To renewed trust.” Orion’s dad, Blaine, holds up his cup, and everyone does the same. It’s the first time everyone’s gotten back together like this in a long while, and I kind of missed it.
I glance around at the people chatting and smiling. Even though Felix and Dylan still don’t grant Kai and Levi a single look, at least they’re not trying to kill each other, so I guess that’s progress.
I nearly feel bad for wishing for Levi’s demise.
Oh well, I suppose this all works out in everyone’s best interest.
He gets to live, I get to enjoy the juicy plums of our girl, and everyone’s happy.
“So … Aspen, huh?” Orion says as he comes to stand beside me. “No wonder she was searching at the party.”
I narrow my eyes. “What are you going on about?”
He takes a sip of his drink all conspicuously. “Nothing.”
I pause and stare at him for a second. “Are you on drugs?”
He bursts out into laughter, nearly spilling his drink all over. “You’re funny.”
“I’m serious.”
“She was looking for someone at the Phantom Society party. I guess maybe she was looking for you … and Levi.” He wriggles his brows and glances around the room until he finds Levi himself. “I’m gonna go chat him up until he gives me all the deets. I need all the good stuff.”
“I’m not telling you shit, so you’re all out of luck with me,” I say, grinning. “Go write your novel about someone else.”
“Party-pooper,” he says smugly, before walking off.
I snort and take a sip of my drink, only to be distracted by a certain brother admiring Melody painting from afar. I smirk as Atlas rubs his chin while gazing at the strokes she applies to the canvas, meticulously creating a still life of all the people here. I tilt my head as he walks into the hallway, a little closer, but still too far to talk.
She puts down her brush for a second and walks off to grab a drink from the kitchen, completely oblivious to the fact that someone was watching.
Atlas closes in on the painting, and his fingers reach for the speck of paint near his own face, and then hers.
“Oh, it’s not finished yet!” Melody says.
He abruptly pulls his fingers away. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I just hate it when people look at my unfinished works,” she says.
“Why?” he asks.
“I don’t know … I just think it’s still … awful.”
He sucks in a breath, still staring at the partially faceless people on the canvas, muttering. “It’s beautiful.”