Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
He shook his head. “No, little doll, you won’t.” He grabbed my hand and helped me down.
“You can’t leave that in there. It could ruin your leather.”
His hand slid down to my bare butt and squeezed. “Let me worry about it.”
Deciding to give up, I went inside, and he followed closely behind me.
Stopping when we reached the living room, I looked around. The sense of security, home, and contentment drifted over where all the raw emotions of the past twenty-four hours had eaten at me.
“What are you thinking?” His tone was hesitant, and his vulnerability didn’t match the man the world knew.
I turned to look up at him. “I’m thinking that it feels good to be home.”
The surge of relief in his expression reminded me of the little boy he’d been. The one who hadn’t been given a chance to be a kid. His mother hadn’t shown him affection. Love. Those weren’t excuses for him, but I didn’t need those. I’d already accepted I could love all of him.
“Let’s shower, then we can eat. We aren’t leaving this house today,” he told me as he ran a knuckle over my cheek.
Nothing else had ever sounded so good.
• Nine •
Why was I spewing like some emotional bitch?
Thatcher
There wasn’t anything in particular that I glared at. I just glared. My teeth clenched so tightly that my cigarette was in danger of being snapped off. I’d thought it would help calm me, but it never really did. The way she found out about the things I had done before she ran had been something I let go of. She was home with me. She’d forgiven me. If I knew who had told her, I might kill them.
Five nights in a row, every night since I had brought Capri back home, she’d woken up in the middle of the night screaming. A cold sweat coating her body, the sounds of terror ripping from her chest and fucking grinding up my black soul at the sound of it.
This was his fault. Her father’s. He had brought back memories for her that she’d buried. Forgotten. Yet now she faced the demons all over again. I wanted to make him pay for what he had done to her. But physically hurting the man was a line I knew Capri would never forgive me for. I’d had a brief taste of her leaving me, and that wasn’t a life I could accept.
“You good?” King asked hesitantly. I didn’t turn to look at him. Instead, I took a long pull, forcing my jaw to loosen.
“Have I ever been?” I asked.
He didn’t laugh, but then it wasn’t a joke. King was always so ready to fix the problem. Everyone always looked to him for the answers. My father may control this branch but King was taking over more and more of his roles within the family. He was slowly handing it out to him. Giving him more responsibility. I knew it was my father’s way of making sure that when the time came for him to step down, Blaise Hughes, the boss of the southern mafia, agreed with him about King being the best to take the reins. Not his oldest son as was typical in the family rankings.
Since its beginning, a Shephard had led this branch. Yet, my father didn’t trust that I could do it correctly. He knew my brother was too soft, lacking the hard edge. I had too much. If this were any other family, there would be a war brewing over something like this.
That wouldn’t be the case here. King deserved it. He would be great at it. Me, probably not. Even if Hughes had said he would make that decision and sounded as if he thought it would be me. I didn’t need to make the call on anything. We all knew it.
“If I need to save someone, tell me now,” King urged.
That would usually make me at least smirk. King had reminded me of fucking Superman since we were kids. Always the damn pretty boy, smiling, charming, yet lethal.
“I thought things here were running smoothly with Capri back.”
He thought I was ready to snap over someone here. I shook my head. “This doesn’t affect you or the family.”
King walked around to stand in my line of sight. His arms crossed over his chest as he studied me. Now that he was a father, his ruthlessness had been tamed. He thought about things deeper. Didn’t act, then consider the consequence later.
“You affect the family. If someone is about to die, then at least tell me why they deserve it.”
I took the last pull from the cigarette and looked from his concerned face to the track behind him where Capri rode Pharoah. She’d whimpered in my arms for almost an hour before going back into a deep sleep last night. The fucking memories that she couldn’t talk about. The ones haunting her. I wanted to dig up a dead man and kill him all over again.