Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I smiled lazily.
“Why are you going to interrogate me?” she demanded.
I shrugged and twisted the cap off my water. “To see if you’ve been up to no good, obviously.”
“I haven’t!”
“We’ll see.” I took a swig of my water. “Where’s your Mistress?”
“Touching up her makeup. Why? Do you want to interrogate her too?”
Well, actually…
But no. Not yet anyway.
“I’ll see you upstairs later, sweet cheeks,” I said.
She scowled at me before she stormed off.
I grinned. This was gonna be fun.
The longer Nate and I watched James and Jordan, the headier the atmosphere became. I felt a charge in the air that filled my lungs and turned me into a Predator. They were standing in the same spot, looking around. Jordan greeted fellow brat buddies with beaming smiles and hugs, but when they moved on, he stayed put.
James had almost spotted us a couple times, but Nate and I were quick to turn around or hide behind people.
Jordan, bless him, couldn’t see much at all. He was too short.
Once we’d made it across the club, closer to where they were waiting for us, Reese texted again. So Nate and I took shelter with Walker, Ty, Lane, and Macklin.
“Fancy seein’ y’all here, my friends,” Walker said in his Tennessee drawl. His mask was similar to mine, black and gold, but his had broken pieces of mirror glass or plexi on it, matching Macklin’s mask.
We shook hands and spent a minute catching up, but I took the opportunity to read the message as soon as the attention shifted to Nate’s recent rope session.
Make that several messages instead.
Here’s what we know so far. Shay hasn’t been in contact with anyone in the community since yesterday. No texting, no DMing, no phone calls. We checked. He knows he’s a suspect. He wasn’t surprised when I told him a couple hours ago that he’d be interrogated.
Furthermore, we’ve had people at the house since seven in the morning yesterday. Before then, last members left at around two AM. That gives the graffiti stars five hours to spray down the house and throw away the evidence. The security cameras at the carport don’t show any vehicles during that time, so whoever came here did so on foot. Unless they just never left.
As for Shay, he went to bed with us a little past midnight, and he was in bed when River got up to go to the bathroom around six AM.
I talked to Kingsley too. He doesn’t believe Tate’s been involved. Tate was home with him the entire night, they went to bed together, and Kingsley woke him up in the morning. We’re still gonna interrogate him, in case he’s involved, but we don’t think he was there to spray-paint the house.
I don’t have many details on Nora and Macklin yet.
The noose was tightening around Shay, in other words.
I texted back.
And you’re sure you don’t wanna interrogate Shay yourself?
“Why is your man’s nose stuck in his phone, Sir?” Macklin asked. Nate, presumably. “Are we not entertaining him enough?”
I chuckled under my breath, right when Reese replied.
I can’t. I’ll watch behind the glass, but on the off chance that he slips into his Middle space, he’ll be too vulnerable for me to pressure.
Understandable.
“…waiting to approach James and Jordan,” Nathan was saying.
“Why not go over there now?” Lane wondered.
Nate smiled faintly. “Because waiting for us and wondering where we are will make their minds spin. We want their feathers a little ruffled.”
Walker chuckled approvingly and took a sip of his drink.
“Freaking Sadists,” Lane huffed.
Ty smirked and draped an arm around Lane’s shoulders. “Are you sayin’ you don’t love Sadists, baby?”
“We’re not talking about me now,” Lane insisted.
I squeezed Nate’s hand. “I reckon we’ve let the guys suffer enough. What do you think?”
“Hey, I was waiting for you,” he chuckled.
“Enjoy, gentlemen.” Walker tipped his glass. “We’ll probably see you later. Reese has been telling everyone you’ll be puttin’ on a show in the rope dojo.”
Oh, had he? Fuckin’ Tenleys.
“Great—thanks for the pressure,” I muttered.
They found that too funny for my liking, particularly Macklin, but Nate dragged me away. Otherwise, I would’ve had a sharp comeback.
We managed to get behind James and Jordan, and with only a few feet left, we zeroed in on our targets. Nate went for James, and I aimed for the little one.
The club was almost full at this point, and the music was blasting through the air.
Possessiveness surged through me, because this was it. Tonight, we were making them ours. Tonight, we claimed ownership.
The last thing I saw of Nate was when he went to grip James by the neck. After that, I put all my focus on Jordan and dipped down to speak in his ear.
“Are you looking for Daddy, little one?”
He gasped and spun around, eyes wide behind the mask, which…sparkled. Dark blue glitter and gloss made up the whole thing.