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)
“Unless you told them about the night we planned,” I tell her. “Then no one will know where to find you tonight, so no, I don’t expect your brothers to actually show up. It’s just us. I’m sure they’ll find me in the days to come, though. After we’re done.”
She swallows, a lump moving down her throat.
They’ll search high and low tonight, and tomorrow or next week, Dallas will fuck me up.
I expect it.
No one is coming for her, though. She doesn’t have a phone on her, unless it’s back in the limo, so no one is tracking her.
If he doesn’t want me, then I’ll make sure he never forgets me.
We race onto the highway, speeding down a dark lane, and Del dips off to the left suddenly, taking the long paved road up to Fox Hill.
The oaks on both sides provide a canopy from the moon and stars, and the shimmer in her eyes is the only thing I can see as she stares at me and I gaze back. Darkness consumes us, and my heart beats faster.
I could abort right now. Say it’s a prank and laugh it off.
She’d keep her brothers at bay, because she doesn’t want them arrested.
“You will never come back from this,” she murmurs.
I didn’t know these muscles were a thing, I feel Dallas’s light whisper on my spine.
I don’t want to come back from this.
I’m tired of awful men in my life. They’re killing me.
I glance out the window. “I’m not worried about me.”
“You should be,” she says. “This is gonna hurt.”
I’m banking on it.
Del slams on the brakes, and the SUV screeches to a halt. She darts her gaze out of the window. I don’t know if she knows the golf course well, but we’re at the back of the field house.
We open the doors, Del pulling her out of the cab. He spins her around and looks down at her as I tighten the band around her wrists. A smile lights up in his eyes, and I’m not sure this guy even knew she existed when he was at Marymount, but he sure knows now.
His eyes trail down and back up her body, and unease makes me pause. She’s in her underwear. I think I noticed that. She and Clay were clearly in the middle of something in the back of the limo. She’s only in panties and a little corset.
“What a waste,” he gripes.
I don’t think Clay is letting her go to waste at all. She’s beautiful. There’s no denying it. She looks a lot like her brother, but her eyes are brown. Not green fire, like his.
Del’s hands spread over her stomach, sliding to her back, and she fights, hollering at the top of her lungs.
And all at once, Milo sinks his teeth into her ass, but before I can push him and get her inside, she kicks him and then throws herself on top of him. They tumble to the ground, her knee slamming into his groin.
“Ah!” he bellows.
Oh, Jesus.
She growls, and he yanks her hair, pulling her head back. I shove her off him, and she lands on the driveway on her back.
Immediately, she bolts up, but I’m there, pinning her down. I place a vial in front of her face as I hover over her. “You wanna remember this?”
She stills, her breath hitching.
She looks at the drug and then back to me, her hands crushed behind her.
She swallows hard, nodding. If I force this down her throat, she’ll be unconscious. She won’t be able to fight back, run, give a positive ID…
I don’t want to give it to her. I want her willing, like we agreed.
Of course, I wouldn’t give it to her. She doesn’t know that, though.
“I doubt I’ll remember it anyway,” she spits out.
I simply chuckle, hauling her off the ground. She’s so much like him.
“Take her.” I shove her to Milo.
We lead her inside the dark building, where the scents of wood polish and leather furniture linger. We push her through the anteroom, a sitting area with tables, couches, and a bar gleaming in the moonlight that streams through the windows. We don’t head straight to the Wolfe Room—empty tonight anyway—but take the door to the left. After a moment, we’re in a hallway.
I don’t have to do this. There’s still time.
Even if I stop this now, though, my friends might not stand for it.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, the hoodie making the May heat feel like August.
A sob escapes her, but she stifles it, and I can imagine she just wants to go home.
Or maybe she just wants Clay.
At what point did it hit my stepsister that there was no escape? I watch Liv, almost seeing Sophia. Was it almost like this for her? “There are witnesses,” Liv says. “There were cameras on the streets.”