Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
When I got back, the only way she was getting off was with my tongue. She had to be sore, and I needed to take care of her. Besides, I wanted to taste her again. I liked having her sweetness on my tongue.
“Jesus, Trev, get that look off your face,” Levi said as I walked down the concrete stairs to the underground of our property.
“What look?”
“The I’ve just had the best fuck of my life look,” he replied.
I smirked. “Fuck is singular,” I replied. “That’s not the look I have.”
He frowned a moment, then rolled his eyes when he realized what I was saying. “Come on, lover boy,” he snapped, turning down one of the tunnels that led back to the different rooms.
I heard Gage’s voice before we got there. He was shouting.
“This guy showed up during the daylight?” I asked, surprised he’d had the balls.
“Yep. Dumb fucker.”
“Six get him?”
“No, Blaise did.”
“He got past Six?”
“Yeah, don’t mention it though. Six is in deep shit with Blaise. Mattia is at main security now.”
We stepped into the room, and the guy—whose wrists were locked together, hanging from the ceiling—looked to be about my age. Several tattoos. Not what I’d been expecting.
“You can talk, or I’ll put a bullet in your other knee,” Blaise drawled as he casually leaned against the wall, watching the man. He shifted his eyes to me. “Look who could stop fucking long enough to show up.”
“Shut up,” I snarled.
Blaise turned to look at the guy again, but the guy was glaring at me and solely at me.
“Looks like our friend here doesn’t like you, little brother,” Blaise said, pushing off from the wall and walking over to study him closer.
He tilted his head and got close to the guy, who finally tore his angry glare from me to look at Blaise.
“What did Trev do to you?” he taunted him. “He never makes anyone mad. That’s my job. I’m the fucking bully.”
The guy’s eyes swung back to me, and Blaise slapped the shit out of him. “I said, look at me, motherfucker.”
Levi glanced over at me with a questioning look. I shrugged. I’d never seen the guy in my life.
Blaise turned to look back at me too. His eyes narrowed as the wheels in his head were turning. He’d have this figured out long before Dad got back. He wouldn’t let it rest until he did.
“Only thing Trev’s ever done to piss someone off is fuck their bitch,” Gage said with his cigarette in his mouth while he sat on a stool across the room, dangling his Glock between his legs.
“He fuck your bitch?” Levi asked the guy.
The guy’s teeth were clenched so tightly that he was going to break one.
“Couldn’t have been recent,” Blaise said, circling the guy as he hung there. “Trev’s too busy fucking the hell out of Gypsi Parker. Can’t keep his goddamn dick out of her.”
The guy growled and jerked at the chains holding him. His glare, full of hate, was leveled on me.
Blaise froze, and I knew he was looking at me. I held the guy’s gaze as a sick knot formed in my stomach. A tightness in my chest made it hard to breathe.
“I think he might know who Trev’s new fuck buddy is,” Gage drawled.
I turned to Gage. “Don’t fucking call her that,” I warned.
He shrugged, then nodded his head to the guy hanging. I looked back at him, and the guy was seething. This was about Gypsi.
“Did you get his bike?” I asked.
“Yep,” Levi replied. “Florida license plate.”
“Get his wallet? Identification?” I asked.
“Timothy Arnold Hall, twenty-two years old, one hundred seventy pounds, 45 Normand Street, Doral, Florida. Bike is registered to Henry Ray Hall, same address. Background check is being run,” Levi informed me.
My hands fisted at my sides as I walked closer to him. “Who the fuck are you?” I demanded.
This guy had no claim on Gypsi. Doral was near Miami. Had she met him when she lived there?
“She’ll leave you,” he snarled at me. “She’ll get you addicted to her pussy, and then she’ll walk the fuck away!”
My fist slammed into his face before I realized what I was even doing. Blood poured from his nose as he grunted. Needing to see more blood, I did it again and again. A hand wrapped around my arm, pulling me back.
“Easy there, little brother. Let’s not kill him yet. We need answers.”
He shook his head as blood covered the bottom part of his face and ran down his neck.
“You came on my property. Where my family is. That’s fucking ballsy or just stupid. Do you know who I am?” Blaise asked him.
“I don’t fucking care,” he said, then spit blood from his mouth.
“Is that a yes or no?” Gage called out. “I’m just trying to figure out if you’re ballsy or a dumbass.”