Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Daddy turns toward Orion and Pryce. “There’s pasta in the oven. There are bottles made up in the fridge if she gets hungry and doesn’t want to eat anything solid. There’s also juice in sippy cups.”
My face heats. I feel like a toddler. I can’t believe he’s giving his brothers instructions on how to take care of me.
Orion and Pryce simply nod as if Daddy’s words aren’t the least bit out of the ordinary.
“We’ll be fine,” Pryce says.
“I’m a grown woman,” I blurt out, scowling at Daddy. “I don’t need babysitters, and I know how to fix myself something to eat.”
He’s smiling as he comes to me. Ignoring my comments, he squats in front of me, cups my face, and kisses me, even though I don’t return the kiss. “Be good. If you give my brothers any trouble, I’ll spank your naughty bottom so hard you can’t sit on it tomorrow.”
My face heats to a million degrees. Does he have to say such embarrassing things? Why can’t our weird dynamic be private between just us? I’ve been learning to accept and even enjoy some aspects of what Daddy expects from me, but I’m not fond of the idea of everyone else knowing about our private life.
“Daddy…” I hiss in a low voice.
He chuckles. “Little love, our lifestyle will never be private from my brothers, and trust me, when they meet their mates, they will also live a similar lifestyle. It’s in our blood. We were born to nurture and care for our mates. Orion and Pryce are not shocked to learn you take bottles and use sippy cups. They also know that naughty Little girls end up with sore bottoms.”
If he mentions diapers… I will kill him in his sleep.
Luckily he’s done embarrassing me. He stands, kisses me one more time, and turns toward the door. At least he grabs a jacket before he goes out. I swear the man’s body temperature is ridiculously warm.
I suspect I’ll always be chilly when I’m not touching him, and I’m already looking forward to when we go to bed so I can curl up between his thighs and get toasty.
Daddy looks at me one more time before he leaves. “I love you, Brea.”
My heart lurches. “I love you, too, Navin.”
And then he’s gone.
“How about if I build a fire?” Pryce asks as soon as the door closes. He rises and heads for the fireplace. Bless him. A fire is a great idea.
Chapter Seventeen
Navin
“He’s driving recklessly,” Sylas says through the hands-free unit in my truck. “You won’t have to deal with him at all if he drives off a cliff.”
My jaw is tight. I don’t really like the idea of Mitchel driving off a cliff. I’d rather face him first, so he knows he fucked with the wrong people. I want him to piss himself before he dies. Asshole.
“How far away is he?” Quinn asks from next to me.
“About ten minutes out.”
“Good.” I’ve already arrived at the spot we assume Mitchel is headed for. My truck is parked, lights killed, engine off. Silence and darkness. The sun is descending.
I’m actually surprised Mitchel took off so quickly, falling for our trap and heading up the mountain so late in the day. This is exactly what we suspected he would do when he found the package containing Brea’s bloodied jeans and tank top. It’s not rational. Why drive to the spot where he left her for dead? What good will that do him? She’s obviously not going to be here. But it’s the only lead he has. He’s probably hoping to find her bones or scalp or something to verify she’s dead. He’s certainly freaking the fuck out, wondering who would find her clothes and put them on his porch.
Good. I want him to be freaking the fuck out. He deserves it. I bet he’s grumbling to himself in his car, which is making him drive erratically. That and the drugs in his system.
These mountains are not forgiving. The roads are winding, and there are steep drops in many spots. If anyone were to drive off the edge, they would not survive.
“He’s tagged me,” Sylas says. “I had to turn my lights on. It’s getting dark, and it would look suspicious if I didn’t. Now he’s driving faster. I have serious doubts that you’ll need to confront him at all at this rate.”
“Got a text,” Ronan says from the back seat. “His house has been wiped clean. He even left the bloody clothes.”
I nod. That’s good. I wouldn’t want the authorities to find my girl’s clothes in Mitchel’s car when they discover him. My goal is to have erased any evidence he ever met Brea so she’s free and clear of this mess. With no motive, it will appear poor Mitchel had an accident.
I see the lights flickering around a few minutes before Mitchel parks his car not too far from where I’ve hidden my truck. My brothers and I are outside before Mitchel kills the engine.