Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Trystin screams in agony, and I have to admit, I’ve done a pretty good job, especially considering his radius is now protruding from his body, and both of his hands are littered with broken bones, making it one hell of a mission to call for an ambulance.
He quickly passes out from the pain, falling straight off the chair and slumping heavily to the ground. Did I take it too far and wave my reddest flag? Possibly. But when it comes to Harper-Rayn Madden, there’s not a single thing I wouldn’t do, no mountain I wouldn’t climb, even if it means throwing every fucking moral I’ve ever lived by out the goddamn window.
When all three of them are out cold, we all step back to survey our handiwork.
“Shit,” Ace says, grabbing the dish towel from the kitchen counter and wiping the blood off his knuckles. “I love a good fight more than the next guy, but that one particularly felt good.”
“You’re telling me,” Diesel murmurs, nudging Pizza Guy with his foot, double checking that he won’t be getting up anytime soon. “You, ahhh . . . You think we took it too far?”
I crouch down, looking over Trystin’s face. Hurting people doesn’t satisfy me. It doesn’t get my blood pumping, and now is no different, but there’s no denying that this bastard has been taught one hell of a lesson, and he’ll think twice before ever raising his hand against another woman.
I shrug and stand to my full height before taking Harper’s bag and keys off the counter. “Considering this bastard is going to have to have one of his friends hold his cock just to take a piss for the next few months, I think we took it just far enough.”
Ace nods. “Couldn’t agree more.”
And with that, I toss him the keys to my truck, and the three of us take off, but not before Ace confirms that there really is a turkey sub waiting for him in my console.
Thirty minutes later, I pull up at the hospital, eyeing Ace and Diesel as they pull up behind me. We just dropped her car back at her apartment, and not wanting to break into her home and leave her keys, I figured I’d come back here, sneak in while she’s sleeping, and leave them beside her bed. But the moment I mentioned coming back here, Ace and Diesel couldn’t help themselves.
They follow me into the hospital, not one of us saying a word as we stride through the long halls. Harper’s keys rest in the palm of my hand, and the closer I get to her room, the more my stomach knots.
I can’t walk in there, not even if she’s asleep. She doesn’t want me there. She made that crystal clear, and I’m not about to shit all over the boundaries she’s put in place.
Reaching her door, I pause, my lips twisting into an awkward cringe. “Uhhhh,” I say, glancing at the boys. “One of you is going to have to go in there for me.”
Diesel’s face scrunches. “The fuck?” he mutters as Ace narrows his stare. “What the fuck did you do?”
How am I supposed to explain this?
I let out a heavy sigh. “I might have had a theory about something and instead of keeping my fucking mouth shut—”
“You fucked a good thing right into the burning pits of Hell, and now she wants nothing to do with you,” Diesel finishes for me, shaking his head and snatching the keys right out of my hand. “Fucking idiot.”
I nod, dropping down into the very chair I spent a good portion of the night in earlier. “Sounds about right.”
Diesel looks at me as though he’s never met anyone as fucking clueless in his life, then he turns on his heel and stalks through the door of Harper’s room, making intense jealousy course through my body.
“Get fucked,” Ace says, hurrying after Diesel. “If he gets to meet her, then so the fuck do I.”
I lean back against the wall, knowing this is about to turn into one hell of a shitshow and not a moment later, his moronic voice cuts through the silence of the quiet hospital. “Well shit. Somebody’s gotta warn a man when he’s about to walk into a room of beautiful women.”
I’m gonna fucking kill him.
“Fuck me,” Izzy’s familiar tone responds, sending a ray of happiness through my chest that Harper had the good sense to call her and ask her to come. “Christmas has come early. Please for the love of all that’s holy, tell me you’re candy stripers who’ve come to give me a sponge bath because I’ve been such a filthy girl.”
Ace chuckles, and I shake my head, willing him to keep his dick in his pants for just five minutes. He’ll be eating this shit up. Izzy is exactly his type, which by default means that she’s Diesel’s type too.