Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 795(@200wpm)___ 636(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 795(@200wpm)___ 636(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Elliot shrugged as Laurent left. “I said I’d be playing dirty. It’s not like it shows on the video. You will be my William Fane soon enough.”
Revulsion shot straight through Knight’s body. He wanted to say he would not play the role of another guy during sex, but then he remembered that he’d agreed to the bet and tossed away the necklace instead. “This is beyond playing dirty in a video. You have no respect for truth or history. I thought you were different!”
Elliot groaned. “I usually am. You know I really try to research everything, but I’m not going to lose and be banned from talking about William’s killer.”
“Usually? What does that even mean? It’s disgusting! This is not right!” hissed Knight, increasingly agitated. To think that just days ago he’d been contemplating that sightseeing in a historical mansion with Elliot would be nice.
Gray slid his boots off the coffee table and leaned forward, his eyes cool as ice. “I’m getting sick of this. You’ve never seen a dead body, have you? Killing isn’t rivulets of blood or other romanticized nonsense. It’s piss, and shit, and the odor of rotting flesh. There’s no honor in raping and killing vulnerable men, who are in no position to deny your request. William Fane was a coward. He wouldn’t ever risk doing the same to a man of his own position. No, he chose the easy route, and now you’re talking about him as if he were some kind of romantic hero.”
Knight stared. This was likely the most words Gray had uttered in a single sitting since his twin brother died.
Elliot froze, watching Gray with his cheeks flushing slightly. “I was the one to clean my dad’s brains off the floor once the cops took away his body, so don’t talk to me about blood and guts.”
Knight swallowed, shocked by this admission. Elliot never mentioned he’d actually had to deal with the corpse. Only that his father was dead and not missed.
Gray smirked. “Really? I heard your ex was just as pleasant as your dear Mr. Fane. Maybe you just misunderstood his intentions after all? You should go back to him to relive the experience.”
“Maybe I will,” Elliot grumbled, but then turned to look at Knight. “Have you been telling everyone about my shit?”
Knight swallowed and finally moved his rook to get that bit closer to getting rid of Gray’s queen. “Had to give them a reason to accept a liar like you in their home!”
Elliot stuffed his face with more food and leaned back on the sofa without a word.
“Checkmate,” Gray said, knocking Knight’s king off the board in a move that this time only took seconds.
Bastard.
Chapter 11
Elliot put down the keg of beer on the floor, huffing and sweating already. “Can’t they make them smaller? Christ!” he hissed to Jake, who was showing off by carrying two at once. The fucking things had to be at least twenty gallons each, and they were still far away from where the actual party would be taking place.
Jake grinned. “Think of it as a workout.”
“I hate working out,” Elliot said with a sneer and sat on the keg in the end. Regardless of the smile, Jake wasn’t here to be friendly. He was Knight’s spy, and that was the only reason why he always hovered around Elliot and asked about the videos, pretending interest.
Still, Elliot didn’t question his presence. He supposed he hadn’t done enough to be considered very trustworthy just yet. He hadn’t made many friends either. Those were some of the reasons why tonight, before another one of those big biker parties which seemed to be the norm at the Kings of Hell clubhouse, he offered to help them out.
Bad. Fucking. Idea.
Knight was too busy with some important shit and wouldn’t even see him carrying those kegs, so what was the point of sweating like a pig?
Jake snorted. “You won’t keep Knight’s attention for long looking like this. It’s just friendly advice.”
Elliot’s eyes went wide, and he glared at Jake from head to toe. They were nothing alike. Jake was blond, tanned, blue-eyed, with well-defined muscles, and smiled more often than Elliot pondered death. He also had this annoyingly pleasant voice and was happy to do chores for the bikers all day long. Elliot had even seen Jake make Knight a sandwich.
What the actual fuck?
Elliot could make a fucking sandwich for Knight if he chose to. Thank you very much.
“The fuck?” he growled in the end, his entire body tensing in preparation to fight off an assault.
Instead of getting in Elliot’s face, Jake exhaled, and got more serious. “Look, I don’t love you exactly, but it seems you’ll be staying for a while. Don’t get your hopes up with him. He’s hypersexual. Doesn’t do monogamy and doesn’t date guys.”
Elliot raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms on his chest, though he was livid on the inside. The fuck did Jake know about this thing between Elliot and Knight? “And you’ve found that out the hard way?”