Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
“When did you know that I knew?” I ask him.
“Every damn time you looked at that picture too closely.”
“The resemblance is severe,” I admit, remembering the photo at the barber shop. “You think if we just invite you to dinner my mother will figure it out?”
He smiles, looking amused, but then his face falls a little, looking serious. “Don’t tell her.”
I stare at him.
Someone has to tell her.
“It’s not my place,” I point out. “It’s yours and Ciaran’s, but she needs to know.”
My mom grew up largely alone. She’d love to find out she has a sibling. I can’t keep something like that from her forever.
But Farrow shakes his head. “Knowing me won’t make her life better.”
I watch him, how his expression changes from serious to solemn, and I know he doesn’t want to complicate her life. He thinks he’ll be a burden, and it’s not an unreasonable concern, given how he makes money. Given that he’s following in their father’s footsteps.
But he should let my mom decide that. She knows how to say no to things she doesn’t want.
Just then, Farrow tips his chin, and I follow his gaze, seeing Dylan walk through the gym doors.
My whole body vibrates under my skin, and whatever we were talking about is suddenly forgotten.
She steps in, Coral, Mace, and Codi drifting in behind her. They move into the dance, but she stays close to the entrance, smoothing out the lumps in her hair, the remnants of curls still visible.
Wide-eyed, she looks around, fiddling with the little purse on her wrist, and when she sees me, she smiles.
My chest aches.
The dress leaves little to the imagination, showing off the curves of her breasts as they sit in tight fabric, her cleavage deep and wide. I can tell her back is nearly bare, and her legs are long and toned, and I smile at her feet in high-tops.
She moves her gaze to my left, and I look to see who she’s watching.
Kade stands with Arlet, leaning into her as he grins.
Dylan doesn’t move toward me.
She walks to him.
I breathe calm and slow—so slowly—as I watch her reach up and squeeze his shoulder. He turns, looking surprised, and I watch her lean in to whisper in his ear.
I lock my jaw.
He smiles and takes her hand, leading her to the dance floor.
“I’m about to take her over my knee,” Farrow grumbles through his teeth.
I watch them dance, my brother holding her, her arms around him, and she whispers in his ear again, this time for longer, and a wide smile spreads across his face.
I take a step, about to walk over, but then they move, she’s taking his hand and leading him out the other set of doors.
What the fuck just happened?
They disappear, the doors close, and Farrow sets down his cup. “Okay, tonight’s for fucking him up.”
I plant my hand on his chest, stopping him. “Stand by.”
Leaving him where he stands, I shoot off, charging after Dylan and my brother. I’m sick of this shit. This morning, she’s sitting on my dick, and now she’s ignoring me. I push through the doors, look both ways, and see the stairwell door to my left closing.
I run for it, shoving it open, and looking down the staircase, hearing another set of doors shut. Well, they’re not leaving. What the hell are they doing down there?
I grind my teeth, feeling like I want to bite something.
I head down, opening the doors to the bottom floor and moving toward the auto shop to the left.
But just then, Kade steps out of the shop, into the hallway, and smiles as he walks toward me.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer. He just reaches into my breast pocket, searching for something.
“What are you doing?” I blurt out.
He pulls out my keys. “Borrowing your car for an hour,” he says. “You’re not leaving anytime soon.”
His eyes flash to the room he just came out of—without Dylan—a mischievous grin on his face.
“I’ll be back later,” he tells me. “Have fun in there.”
What?
He walks away, and I glance to the auto shop door.
Dylan’s in there? For me?
I almost start to smile, but then realization hits at what he’s going off to do while he leaves me here with her.
“Hey, don’t have sex in my car!” I yell after him.
He pops his head back out the stairwell door. “Can I use your room then?”
I sigh hard, heading to the auto shop. “Have sex in my car.”
“Thanks!”
I shake my head and step into the dark auto shop, looking around to the cars and over the desks, but not seeing Dylan. The bay doors are closed, but the door leading to the cage is wide open. A light flickers inside the dark space, and I drift toward the door, my lungs emptying as Dylan appears.
She’s inside the cage, between the lat tower and the chest press, pressed into the chain-link fence with her wrists bound above her head. I gaze up at the handcuffs—my handcuffs that she must’ve snatched from my room tonight—and quietly approach our Pirate hostage for her last night here.