Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
My cock twitches. “Stop looking at him,” I bite out.
He lowers his eyes, but he can’t hide his excitement. His chest fills with air he doesn’t let out.
“I have the guts,” I point out. “I’m just not sure you do.”
Standing tall, he faces me, looking me dead in the eye. “Go on.”
He’s biting. Good.
“I’ll be in the Wolfe Room,” I inform him. “I know someone who will welcome me in.”
“And you think she’ll keep you safe?” he asks.
“Don’t you want to see?”
He’s not scared, is he? He can handle me.
He nods. “Yeah, I do want to see.”
Walking toward me, he forces me back a step.
“But I’ve got a better idea.” He lifts his eyes again, the tip of his nose sitting just below mine. “How about I take you in myself?”
I almost laugh. It’s exactly what we wanted you to do.
“That way I’ll know exactly where you are all night,” he tells me.
Liv is going to be so happy her idea worked.
And I didn’t even have to pretend I liked him. Once we’re in there, the intimidation will soften him up, and I’ll get him to back off.
“I dare you,” he says.
I quirk a smile. “Send a car at ten.”
“I will.”
I walk back toward the door, shouting over my shoulder, “Should give me plenty of time for some fun before I bolt.”
10
Callum
He thinks he’s going to have a good time.
I know exactly why he wants into the Wolfe Room. To get dirt his family can use to blackmail the right people and get the curfew lifted so they can peddle their black market liquor and seduce more Saints into their family. Like it’s not bad enough they already have Clay Collins and Krisjen Conroy, not only the best-looking but the most tolerable options Milo and I had for our futures.
I actually would’ve married Clay Collins. Happily.
Especially once I found out she liked to fuck women. That made my day. It meant she might’ve been the one person I didn’t have to pretend with. It was a win-win situation. I’d let her satisfy her attractions, albeit discreetly, and she’d let me do the same, all the while having the home, kids, community, and status, and we wouldn’t have to hide anything from each other.
She would’ve been my best friend.
How amazing it would’ve been to come home and have it actually feel like a sanctuary. The way a home is supposed to feel.
No, it’s time to play offense. I’m done with that family taking from me.
Dallas Jaeger will never have more fun—that he’ll soon regret—than he will this Friday night.
I swing the club, hitting the golf ball and sending it flying into the air with more force than I intend.
“It’s too hot for this,” Vincent pants in exertion.
My ball soars into the blue sky, past the few clouds, as the afternoon sun beats down on us.
It falls to the green, rolling a little before stopping a few feet from the hole. I back away from the tee, smiling. “When else do we get the course to ourselves?”
The heat, coupled with the off-season, has driven most people away from the club this week. But they’ll be returning from the city or from their yachts for the weekend.
“Maybe during the next storm?” Vincent sounds hopeful. “Rain’ll cool us off.”
I glance at him. “Before the lightning kills us?”
I don’t swing long, metal objects into the air during storms.
“Like Russian roulette,” Milo sings, swinging his club around. “Let’s see who makes it out alive.”
Vincent chuckles, stepping up to the tee, and I wipe the back of my neck with a handkerchief. I should’ve worn shorts. And no fucking shirt, like Milo. My pants are light-colored, but my shirt is black and so is my damn hat.
I was too busy thinking about other things this morning, after that chat with Dallas.
“Another round of drinks, gentlemen?” a light voice chirps behind us.
I jerk my chin over my shoulder at the girl in white shorts and a turquoise blue polo, her beer cart parked behind her. “I’ll take one.”
“Yeah, me, too,” Vincent calls out, testing the position of his swing.
We’re the only ones out here, and she knows what we drink.
“So they arrested two people for breaking curfew last night,” Milo remarks.
“The Jaegers got them sprung, though,” Vincent says, then rears his club back and swings.
I lean on my driver. “The Jaegers are who we really want anyway,” I remind them.
It was to send a message to Sanoa Bay that even their ruling family isn’t safe.
I mutter, “No need giving a couple of nobodies free room and board.”
Vincent’s ball lands on the green, as well it should. He was on Clemson’s golf team.
“I want to patrol.” Milo steps up for his turn, digging a ball out of the pocket of his shorts. “Anybody else up for some fun?”
The dark-haired girl hands me a Red Stripe, and I glance at her name tag, which says Aleida. Turning away, I shove the lime slice in with my thumb before tipping back the bottle for a drink.