Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry,” I say, barely audible.
Once Lazarus is sure I’m not going to make a run for it, he heads away, leading a small clan of Delgado soldiers with him.
Ledger twists his lips up into a tight smile as he stares down at me. I study the ink traveling up his neck, wondering what the design is beneath his white-button down.
I can tell he’s got a lot of tattoos, even though I can’t see them. All I can see are the ends of designs crawling up his neck, along his wrists, and he’s even got tattoos on all his fingers.
I’ve got no tattoos, but seeing Ledger’s ink, and wondering what the rest of his body looks like, has my pulse racing.
Lazarus turns to me before disappearing down a hallway. “No funny business.” And then he walks away, leaving me standing next to Ledger.
Ledger raises one dark brow. “No funny business?” he questions.
I shrug. “I guess he doesn’t want me to be a bad girl or something.”
Ledger’s eyes darken as he licks his lips. “Are you bad often?”
I blink. “Maybe.” I toss his word back at him.
He smirks. “Follow me.” He leads me across the floor and down a long hallway, into the same room I was in last time. I’m sure Bane made sure I got the same room. I bet this is some sort of twisted lesson Bane’s trying to teach me. Like I shouldn’t be so weak to get attacked.
I hate him.
“Here?” I ask Ledger, wishing he’d take me anywhere else.
“I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”
For some reason, I believe him, but I raise an eyebrow. “I don’t even know you.”
He shuts the door and locks it, then turns to face me, not moving away from the door. “What would you like to know?”
There are many things I’d love to know about him, but I’m sure he doesn’t want to sit here for an hour playing twenty questions with me, so I take a seat on the white couch and cross my arms. I gaze around the room, taking it in. There’s a pole in the center of the room with a small circular stage. There’re curtained off areas along the back wall, and I wonder what’s behind the curtains. Is that where my attacker sat and waited?
Ledger practically reads my mind when he sees my gaze set on the curtains, and his shoes click as he crosses the floor. One by one he opens the curtains to show off a small bed behind each one.
“We’re safe. Now, what would you like to know about me?” Ledger asks me again.
“You don’t have to entertain me.”
“I’m not trying to entertain you. You said you don’t feel safe with me because you don’t know me.” He steps closer. “So, get to know me.”
I contemplate for all of five seconds and decide to ask him what I’m dying to know. “Are you mad you have to babysit me?”
He tilts his head to study me. “Mad? No, Posey, I’m not mad. I’m annoyed that I’ve got a job to do, and Bane can’t trust any of his men to watch you.”
I bow my head. “I know. I’m sorry.”
He sits down next to me. “It’s not your fault. Can I ask you a question?”
I nod.
“Bane Delgado, huh?”
“Is that a question?”
He shrugs.
“I love him,” I lie through my perfectly white teeth.
He rests his hands on his knees. “When’s the wedding?”
“Soon.”
“You must be excited.”
I want to scream the truth, but I nod with a smile. “Ecstatic.”
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“Maybe you don’t want to believe me.” Or maybe I don’t want him to believe me. Maybe I want him to dig deeper.
Or kiss me.
I must be crazy.
I shake my head, wondering why I’m even thinking about something as stupid as that. Of course, this man would never kiss me.
He could have any woman he wants.
Why would he even consider kissing a woman who’s engaged?
Chapter 3
Ledger
Life is unfair sometimes. And most would say you should navigate the inequities of fairness and find the strength to kick life’s stupid ass. Say, fuck you universe, I deserve to be happy.
It’s all bullshit really.
Honestly, the universe is laughing at me, because the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on is engaged.
Long, brown hair that looks like it feels like silk. My hands itch to run my fingers through it, take in the pleasure of what her soft locks most likely feel like.
She’s got these crystal-blue bedroom eyes that make you have to study them because you can’t fully see them with just one look. Those are eyes you could get lost in.
But she’s more than that.
She’s timid—yet fierce.
She’s fragile—yet strong.
Her delicate features are ones any supermodel would envy. Her mannerisms show me she was raised with class.
Her dress is innocent and soft. A pale-pink fabric dress that hangs just below her knees.