Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“Good. Put your hand on your pussy…”
“Keaton—”
“Did I stutter?”
“I’m on Eat Street. At lunch time. It’s busy.”
“Did I ask for those details?”
“No…” I answer, my hand finding its way up my inner thigh. Could it be possible for New Yorkers to be so self-absorbed that they won’t notice what I’m doing? Possible.
“Do as I say. Close your eyes, imagine I’m right in front of you…” My eyes close and I’m wrapped in darkness, with nothing but my beating heart and his voice.
“Okay…”
“How wet are you?”
His voice alone lights my body up like the Fourth, and a slight moan slips from between my lips when my thumb brushes against my clit. “Really wet…”
“Good.” His sensual tone evaporates. “Remember this next time you think I can’t control you just because I’m forty thousand feet in the air.” My eyes pop open like someone had just dumped ice water over my head.
My feet land to the floor in a thud just as familiar laughter barks out through the phone. My mouth hangs open in horror when I realize what Keaton just did.
Kyrin hollers again loudly in the background. “Fuck. Tigger goes off, huh?”
My cheeks ignite into flames as Keaton responds to my brother, but his words are directed at me. “Yeah, she knows who owns her, and if she didn’t…” He pauses, and I can imagine the smug smirk on his stupid face. “…She sure as fuck does now.”
I hang up on him with an exasperated scream, cutting off Kyrin’s loud cackle. We’ll see who’s laughing when you find out who Tigger is, Brother…
I push my phone into my pocket. Revenge is going to look so sexy smeared over Keaton’s face.
“There you are,” Nial slurs. He misses a step and falls into me.
I chuckle, hooking my arm around his. “Let’s get you back to my house to sober up. I’ll take you home after work.”
Just as I’m waving down a taxi, the loud revving of a European car steals my attention and I spin around to see Eli and another guy jumping out of Eli’s car and coming straight for me.
Eli’s void of his signature smug smile, so instantly I know something is wrong.
“Get in the car.”
“Nial is drunk—”
“Did you not fucking hear? Get in the car!” the other one yells. He has dark hair and angry eyes. His skin is pale, his cheekbones about as sharp as his tone.
“Um, yeah, I fucking did, but as I said—”
“Cartier, this isn’t the time. Get in the car…” Eli flips the seat forward and rolls his wrists. “Both of you!”
“I don’t think I’m drunk enough to be standing opposite Brantley Vitiosis…” Nial swallows a burp.
I shove him into the back seat, shooting one last glare at Brantley Vitiosis over my shoulder.
I pause. “Wait, do you own the hotel?”
Brantley ignores me, and it’s not until Eli’s in the car that my question is answered.
“Yes, he does—among other things…” Nial rests his head on the little window. The back seats are squashed, but there’s a center console that makes it less confined.
“Eli, what’s going on?” Money doesn’t impress me, and neither does status. Clearly, Brantley has both. As does Eli.
“You were being followed earlier. I’ve been trying to figure it out who it could have been, even involving your brother.” Eli switches gears and I fly into the back of the seat. “But I couldn’t find anyone who would be dumb enough to follow my car knowing who I am. Turns out, you are someone people want.” I try to ignore his vague answer, even though it opened one hundred more of my own.
“What do you mean?”
Little snores leave Nial, his mouth hanging open and his eyes closed. I’d laugh if I wasn’t already stressed about what Eli is talking about.
“The car that followed us wants something. I don’t know what yet, but I’m going to find out, and until then, you need to be with me, and before you fight it, your brother agrees.” He squeezes the steering wheel, tapping his finger against the gear to drop it down. “I’ll drop you to work and then pick you up. Can’t trust fucking anyone right now.”
“Ah… you’re forgetting one thing—” I add, fighting the urge to be offended by their lack of faith in my intelligence. “I was in your car, so how is it something to do with Midnight Mayhem?”
“Because no one would come for us…” Brantley’s tone is flat. Like his personality.
“And why is that?” I challenge, but make sure to watch both their reactions.
“Because they’re The Elite fucking Kings,” Nial slurs, resting his head against the rest. “And no one fucks with The Kings.”
Eli drops me back off at The Castle and I slowly make my way through the front door, shutting it behind me when I find it so quiet.
“Cartier!” Kaius rounds the corner of where the family room is, holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other. “Shall we start?”