Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
The door slammed behind me.
Yes.
There, she stood across from me, with this innocent little look on her face. Her hands gracefully, yet firmly, grasped the edges of the coat and kept it tightly over her body.
To my shock, a stripper pole was next to her. Being that I bought my sister this plane, I clearly knew that she had added it.
I decided not to think any more about that fact.
A sensual jazz song filled the room with its seductive melody. The bass guitar’s notes penetrated my soul, stirring something primal within me. I became enraptured in its magic.
Emily pointed to the space on my right.
I looked in that direction.
A chair was there.
“Sit down, Kaz.”
“And if I do, will you take that coat off?”
“Yes.”
Excited, I went over to the chair and lowered into it. “Okay. Go ahead.”
“Can you be patient?”
“No.”
Those beautiful brown eyes were transfixed on me, warming my heart. “I would like to talk a little bit before—”
“Take off the coat.”
“Is that how you ask?”
“You are lucky that I am still sitting in this chair and that you have the coat on. I am thinking about running to you and ripping that fur to pieces.”
She parted her lips.
The song progressed. A sultry female voice joined the mix. Her velvety words weaved through the melody.
God. I want to fuck.
I leaned my head to the side. “Just tell me this, mysh. Do you like that coat?”
“Before you try to assault my coat. . .”
On the song, sultry piano chords mingled with the singer’s enticing vocals.
Next, a saxophone solo took center stage. It was all rich, honeyed tones weaving a spell around me.
I didn’t know if it was the music or the secret under her coat that triggered this unbearable sensation within me.
I gritted my teeth. “Take the coat off.”
To my surprise, sadness flickered over her eyes. “First. . .I want to say. . .sorry about not giving you what you wanted today.”
I quirked my brows. “And what did I want?”
“Revenge. You didn’t get to kill the gardener’s family.”
Tension gathered in my shoulders. I leaned back in my chair. “I am sure I will get to kill someone in the future.”
She frowned. “You know what I am trying to say.”
“I do, but are you aware of what is really important to me?”
“You want to make sure that your reputation of danger keeps you in power and our family safe.”
“Correct. But even with that, there is something that hovers higher above the ideas of my power, reputation, everything else.”
“And what is that?”
“What I truly care about, mysh. Is not revenge. I just never want you to run and hide from me.” At the very thought of her doing so, a whirlwind of emotions threatened to consume me. I did my best to push them all away. “And. . .”
“Yes?” She widened her eyes.
“I never want you to see me as a monster. Let the world fear me. Let them all call me thousands of evil names. But you. . .”
She bit her lip.
“I never want you to fear me.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too.” I licked my lips. “Now take off the coat.”
“One more thing.”
I spoke through clenched teeth, “Goddamn it.”
“How many limbs did you cut away from the gardener’s family?”
“Take the coat off.”
“We are having a conversation, Kaz.”
I began to rise from the chair.
“No.” She held her hand out. “Just tell me, baby. Your answer won’t change this surprise.”
Only because she said baby, I lowered back into the chair.
Still, I scowled. “Do you like teasing me, mysh?”
“I do, but I also want to know how many people you maimed and what you did?”
“Why?”
“Because I need to know.”
“You plan to shed tears for all the cut-up fingers on the floor?”
She blinked. “I. . .want to take responsibility for what Lunita. . .what I have done.”
“You did nothing.”
“How many fingers did you cut?”
“None.”
“What?”
“By the time I returned to the room, David had sent the entire family away. And while I had the very right to maim David, I chose not to do so.”
“Good.” She curved those sexy lips into a smile. “I really like King David as your number one.”
“Speaking of that and since you are doing your best to drag this out as much as possible,” I pointed at her. “You do not ever threaten David again.”
“Why not?” She attempted to put that innocent expression back on, but she was too wicked to pull it off. “Did I scare the king?”
“You did.”
“Too bad.”
“Too bad?”
“Yes.”
“Be careful with that game, mysh. You have a number one also, and I have no problem squashing that little trouble—causing—blueberry, whenever she annoys me.”
“Blue never annoys you.”
“She does.”
“How?”
“Team David.”
“Enough, Kaz. You are taking the team thing way too far. I am upset I even told you to pick a side.”
“Then, tell your number one to pick a side.”
“I did.”
“Then, it better be David.”