Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“I don’t fucking threaten her, River,” Tristan growled as he turned his dark eyes to me. “Learn your fucking place.”
I shook my head at him, keeping my mouth shut, not wanting Adelaide to catch heat if Tristan decided to think that I had feelings for her. I did, but he didn’t need to know that. Everything between me and Adelaide was only mine and Adelaide’s business. She didn’t want anyone knowing right now, and as long as she wanted it that way, I would keep it that way, no matter how much I wanted to openly claim her as my woman.
Jesup met my gaze from across the table, a knowing look in his eyes. I clenched my jaw, worried he might say something, but Jesup surprisingly kept his mouth shut. We all turned, watching as Adelaide strode back into the warehouse.
“You’ve got company, boys,” she drawled, sounding careless, but I could see the fear in her eyes. I moved away from the table, my hand going for the gun in my cut on instinct.
Tristan moved from the table. “Who?” he demanded.
“Oh, brother, remember me?” Red asked, stepping in behind Adelaide, his gun pointed at the back of her head. I clenched my jaw in fury, stepping forward before Jesup clamped a hand on my shoulder. He gave a slight shake of his head at me to warn me to keep my cool. Reacting like this would set Tristan off.
And Adelaide didn’t fucking want that.
But right then, she was in danger. I could give less of a fuck about how Adelaide felt about Tristan knowing about us. I would not let her get hurt just to save Tristan’s feelings. My brother, who I hadn’t had contact with in years was not someone to fuck around with. If he was showing his face, he wanted something, and he’d hurt anyone who stood in his path.
Including my fucking woman.
“Let Addy the fuck go,” Tristan ordered, his tone hard. He knew Red was my brother, and he knew about the bad blood between us.
Red’s eyes met mine, the same blue of my own reflected back at me. “Grim doesn’t know, does he, River?”
Fuck. How the fuck did he know? “Shut the fuck up, Red, and let Adelaide go,” I ground through clenched teeth.
He shoved Adelaide onto her knees, the gun held at the back of her head. Her knees hit the concrete floor with a sickening thud. Her pulse was jumping wildly at the base of her neck, her eyes begging me to save her. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to keep a clear head. Thinking with my rage would only get Adelaide hurt. “You going to suck my dick as good as you sucked River’s, baby girl?” Red taunted, his lips twisted into a sadistic smirk.
“How the fuck do you know?” I glared, ignoring the rage on my president’s face. I would deal with him later. Adelaide was my main priority. I just needed to give one of these dimwits enough time to incapacitate my brother.
I watched Joey move out of the corner of my eye, but I didn’t turn to look at him, not wanting to alert Red. He was laser-focused on me, and that was how I needed it to remain.
“Fucking with the garage doors open probably wasn’t your brightest move, brother.” Red smirked. “Especially with how loud she was screaming your name, begging for your cock. I didn’t think you were worthy of all that, but fuck, what the hell do I know, huh?”
I quickly raised my gun, pointing it at him. “Two seconds to let her the fuck go,” I warned. And he knew I would pull the trigger.
Red smirked and kicked her to the ground with his boot to her back. I rushed forward, shoving my gun back in my cut, ignoring Grim’s angry gaze on my back. Joey punched Red in the side of the head, knocking him out cold as I moved toward Adelaide and grabbed her off of the ground, drawing her shaking form into my arms.
“What the fuck, River?!” Tristan finally roared.
I pressed my lips to Adelaide temple, ignoring him. She shook her head, her hands grasping my face, tears shimmering in her pretty, dark eyes. There was so much fear in her eyes. Fear for me. “Go to Joey,” I softly instructed.
She swallowed thickly, her lips trembling. “I’m sorry, River,” she whispered, hot tears sliding down her beautiful face.
I smirked down at her, trying to soothe her by pretending none of this was affecting me. I wasn’t afraid of death, and honestly, if I was going out all because I loved her, then it wasn’t a bad way to go. “I’m not. Now, go,” I gently coaxed.
She moved over to Joey, where he slung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his side, supporting her. “You fucked my woman?!” Tristan roared when I turned to face him.