Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
That was my first night in this house. Evan wanted to make sure I understood that no matter what, I wouldn’t escape him. It didn’t matter where I went, he’d find me.
I left shortly after for Las Vegas. If he followed me there, he didn’t make it known. He knew I’d be back. That this is where I’d call home.
He doesn’t stop by often. Maybe once every six months. For the most part, he stays away. I think deep down he’s afraid of Bill. He’s got way more pull than Evan will ever have. And Bill mentioned some kind of deal. I still need to find out what that is.
Evan might slum it with evil, but Bill is on the Lords’ good side. Evan can’t compete with that. Plus, now that Isabella is a prisoner at Carnage, he has no one on his side. Isabella let him run the show, but now it’s over.
I thought that night on the Isabella was going to change my life, but nothing could have prepared me for how much.
“Angel, I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you that night on the yacht. And if you think I’m going to just let you walk away from me, well…I’ll prove to you that’s not an option.”
I lie awake staring at the ceiling. “The Red” by Chevelle plays louder than normal, and I tell myself that it’s the reason I’m unable to sleep, but I know it’s Kashton.
Now that I know he’s staying across the street, I find myself looking out my living room windows to see if he’s there.
Why do I care so much?
“Quit fucking watching me, Kash. Get a life.”
“You are my life.”
Shoving the covers off, I get up and pack a bag quickly, then I’m out the door. I walk over to his house and ring the doorbell. Bouncing on my heels, I wait for him to answer. “Kashton?” I shout, banging my fist on the glass doors.
I feel stupid standing out here in the middle of the night. He’s probably not home and this is just me looking like an idiot.
After another minute, I turn and walk back to my house and throw my bag into my car. There can only be one other place he’s at. I turn my cell to Do Not Disturb to make sure Adam doesn’t call me in for a job, and within thirty minutes, I pull up to Carnage, ignoring the way my pulse races.
It’ll be okay, Eve.
I press the Call button, and a male voice comes from the other end. “Hello?”
“Hi. Uh, it’s Everett Sinclair. I’m here for Kashton.” I sound like an idiot. But what else am I supposed to say? Hey, I’m here to get fucked so I can get some rest? If I’m lucky, he’ll choke me out.
The wrought-iron gates open, and I pull into the circle drive. Grabbing my bag, I walk up the steps, and the door opens before I can even get to it.
“Hello, Miss Sinclair,” Jessie greets me.
“Hello.”
“I apologize, Miss Sinclair, but Kashton isn’t here.”
I frown and have a thought to leave, but what will that do? His butler will tell him I was here. Not like I can hide it. Plus, I need some sleep. Being here is better than being alone at my place. “May I wait for him to return?” I ask.
“Of course.” He smiles. “May I show you to his room?”
“Yes, please.”
“Follow me.” He leads me to an elevator, and my breathing becomes erratic and my legs shake as it ascends. “Everything okay, miss?”
I nod, pulling on the collar of my shirt. “Fine. Thank you.”
“Here we are,” he says when we reach Kashton’s door. He puts in a code, unlocking it, and gestures for me to enter before closing it behind me.
“Thank you,” I mumble to myself, glancing around his room. Double doors lead out to a balcony. His walls are matte black with a gloss black design. His TV is on, and a four-poster bed is covered in dark-purple linens. The man doesn’t even know how to do laundry. I can only imagine what the housekeepers see when they come into the guys’ rooms in the mornings.
I set my bag down and crawl into his bed still dressed. I wrap my arms around his pillow and inhale his scent. I don’t feel a ghost here. No one watching. I hate how safe I feel here when it was once a nightmare.
Kashton did that—changed my life. I wish I could do the same for him.
THIRTY-FIVE
KASHTON
It has to be after midnight by the time I bring my bike to a stop in the circle drive and run up the stairs. I went to Eve’s house, and she wasn’t there. I tracked her phone, and it told me she was here.
Why the fuck would she be at Carnage? Have my brothers taken her in and thrown her in a cell? If so, why didn’t they fucking call me?