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)
“Whoever needs to.”
“You?”
He took another drink, then looked at me. “Whoever needs to,” he repeated.
Oh God. He couldn’t be serious.
“My mom—”
“Will know before she returns,” he said.
So, she hadn’t known when she left. I tried to imagine how she would react to this. Mom liked new things. She was a thrill seeker. I had a feeling she was going to find this a thrill.
“Dad is going to propose to Fawn. If she says yes, then you are under our protection. You can’t leave and just travel around. You won’t be safe. We have enemies and people who would use you to get to Dad. To us. You leave here, and it becomes a problem for us.”
I shook my head. That was crazy.
“I’m supposed to live here?” I asked.
He nodded. “You would get to be with your mom.”
“Garrett can’t tell me where to live.”
“Do you like living in a camper? Do you like not having somewhere to call home? Is that really what you want to do? This isn’t a bad life.” He sounded frustrated.
“The camper is all we had, but we were together. I didn’t mind it. I had my mom. That’s all that mattered. But I just can’t move in here and live off my mom’s new husband.”
“Then, you can get a job. Dad will give you one. But when he marries your mother, he takes on responsibility for her and her family. That’s the way he sees it. You become his responsibility.”
I had to stand up. Move. Something. I felt restless. This was overwhelming. How had I gone from worrying about Tyde to now being owned by the Mafia? I was not my mother. I did not like twists and turns.
Pacing back and forth, I tried to think through every aspect of what all this meant. There was still the chance my mom would say no. But seeing the look on her face in the photos, I doubted it. Even if her future husband was a Mafia boss. That was just weird to even think.
“Lollipop, if you don’t want fucked, you’re gonna have to stop walking back and forth in front of me in that damn bikini.”
I stopped and looked at Trev. His eyes were on my body. Problem was, I did want fucked. By him. However, this was not a good time.
“What about Tyde? He’s not going to stop trying to get to me.”
Trev’s eyes snapped up to mine. There was a frightening gleam in them that took me aback. “Yes, he will.”
“No, he won’t.”
“No, Lollipop, he won’t. He got caught the last attempt he made to get on this property.”
I stared at him, waiting for more, afraid to ask what that meant. He continued to watch me but said nothing. I felt like this was a test, and I didn’t like it.
“Does that mean he’s … dead?” I asked softly, unsure of how to handle that if he was. I didn’t harbor feelings for him, but I didn’t want him to die. Just go away.
“Not yet.”
Not yet?
“What’s that mean?”
Trev stood up, setting his glass on the table beside him. “It means he’s caught. Being held until we have all the information from him we need.”
Trev took a step toward me.
“Then, he gets … killed?”
“Are you going to beg me for his life, Lollipop? Because if you do, he’ll die a much more brutal death. I’m wound up real damn tight right now after hearing him talk about fucking you.”
“You talked to him?” I asked, horrified.
What had Tyde said about us? I knew the things he used to call me and accuse me of. The thought that he’d said all that to Trev made me sick.
“Unfortunately,” he said, closing the distance between us.
I stared at his chest, afraid to look up and meet his eyes. I didn’t want to see anything in them that would hurt.
“I’m not what he says I am. I only ever had sex with him.”
“And me.” Trev’s voice lowered.
His hand touched my waist, and I shivered.
“And you.”
“Take off the bottoms.”
I tilted my head back to look up at him. All I saw in his eyes now was lust.
“I need to get inside you. Get the bottoms off, or I’m tearing them off.”
I liked the idea of him tearing them off, but I only had two swimsuits. I quickly took them off, then looked back up at him.
He pointed to the lounger. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Having sex right now wasn’t what we needed to be doing. I should be asking more questions. Figuring things out. But the demanding side of Trev was making everything else seem unimportant. I walked over and climbed onto the lounger, then looked back at him while he unzipped his shorts and shoved them down with his briefs. My gaze dropped to his full, erect length, and I licked my lips, thinking about how much I loved it in my mouth.