Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I eyed him up and down. “Is there a point to this, or are you just wastin’ my fuckin’ time?”
“Patience is a virtue that shouldn’t be ignored.”
My fists tightened at my sides.
“Temper, temper, Luke Jameson. Have you met my sister?”
“Yeah and you’re proving to be just as big of a pain in the ass as she is.”
“You know…” He pointed at me again. “You really do think you’re a legacy or some shit.” He shook his head, disgusted. “No one wiped my ass, motherfucker. But fuck you very much for the offer.”
I resisted the urge to knock him the hell out. Instead, I glanced around the room, taking stock of what was around me and controlling my instincts to put him in his place.
If anything, I wanted to prove him wrong. Show him what happened to the men who lived in glass houses and threw stones.
They fall.
Hard.
Fast.
Into nothing but debris birds shit on.
“Was that speech supposed to intimidate me?”
“More like a wake-up call.”
“You’re suddenly the voice of reason?”
“No, I’m just your conscience.”
I scoffed out, “You don’t know a damn thing about me.”
“I know enough to know you don’t belong here.”
“I’m only here ’cause of Sloan.”
“So, what? You guys a couple now? You love her?”
“It’s none of your fuckin’ business.”
He inched closer to me. “I beg to fucking differ. You don’t deserve her.”
“And your old man does?”
He shoved me. “Fuck him and fuck you too.”
I nodded. “Glad we see eye to eye. All I want is to put an end to all this.”
He stepped back, shaking his head. “What else did you think would happen when you turn down his drugs for your territories and then you kill his best guard? Huh? You think you were going to be best friends?”
My eyebrows pinched together. “Is that what this is about?”
“More than anyone, you know how the game is played.”
“Maybe I’m just tired of playin’ the game, then.”
“If that were true you should have taken his offer.”
“I don’t work with men I don’t trust.”
“Yet you’re fucking his daughter?”
“I didn’t find out about that until tonight.”
“No shit.”
My eyes went wide. “So, what?” I motioned to him. “How long have you been followin’ me around?”
“It was never you.”
“Sloan, then?”
He shrugged.
“She know you tail her? She’d be pissed.”
“Sloan doesn’t know what’s good for her. She never has.”
“Probably has somethin’ to do with the fact that she’s been passed around like a fuck-me toy for the past seventeen years.”
He narrowed his gaze at me. I think he was more blown away by how much Sloan had shared with me.
“Yeah, I know everythin’. Your old man is a sick fuck.”
He cocked his head to lean against the column again. “Huh, imagine that… you know she’s never told anyone that, right?”
“Like I said, I know everythin’.”
“That’s quite the privilege, considering she doesn’t talk to anyone.”
“Does that mean you don’t know where her fail-safe is? She said it was with a friend.”
He didn’t answer my question. “What exactly do you think is going to happen here, Jameson? You’re going to be able to walk off into the sunset together?”
“Right now, all I want is to kill your father, so you know how I can make that happen?”
“And then what?” His expression shifted to genuine curiosity. “You kill him and steal his territories? You think Sloan wants to live that life?”
“I know she wants to be free of him.”
“And you’re the man who will make that happen?”
“Well,” I chimed in, mocking, “I wouldn’t have to do it if you would have already.”
I blinked, and his gun was now aimed at my head. “There are only two ways to end this—either you die, or he does.” He scoffed out a chuckle. “Because trust me, if it were that easy to take him down, he’d already be dead.”
Despite wanting to rip him to shreds, I was able to govern the stability I needed. Allowing him to think he had the power over me in this situation.
He obviously had no idea who he was fucking with.
And I had no problem showing him a side of me I didn’t know existed.Until her.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SEVEN
SLOAN
Taking a deep breath, I wanted to take a shower to try to loosen the tension building in the forefront of my mind. I grabbed a cream silk nightie with a matching robe from what I like to call my brother’s brothel closet and walked into the en suite bathroom, closing the door behind me.
Turning on the shower next, I set it on the hottest temperature possible and slipped out of my clothes before stepping inside the steam-filled ceramic walls. I welcomed the heat against my anxious body and allowed the hot water to burn into my pores, hoping it would relax the strained muscles in my back and neck.
I pressed my hands against the shower wall and leaned my forehead against the cool tile. Closing my eyes, I still felt Luke’s strong, callused fingers all over my flesh.