Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Yes. He called the day we were leaving. He left a message asking me to call him back. Not that I care. I was just curious as to why he was calling after all this time… After refusing to help us when I asked for it. It actually feels good to leave the bastard hanging, honestly.”
I swallow, holding the phone in front of me.
“Don’t call him. Or anyone else,” I remind her, not wanting to tell her the gory details of the truth just yet. She’ll fall apart and grieve for Dad just like I did, only she won’t have that fury burning inside her to snap her out of it as quickly as I did.
I know revenge is possible. I want it. Drex will give it to me. He’ll guide me through the darkness and let the twisted side of me have the blood required for a debt. He won’t judge me or deny me. He’ll deliver.
And I don’t feel the slightest pang of guilt.
“I won’t. Trust me; I’m taking this very seriously. I’d do anything to keep my family safe. I’ve already failed you. I won’t fail your brothers. I promise, Eve.”
Drex whispers something to Rush who nods and ducks out of the room, and I relax just a little.
“You didn’t fail me,” I tell her as Drex’s eyes come back to find mine. I hold his gaze while adding, “I know exactly where I belong.”
His gaze darkens, and he slowly stands as I hang up the phone. Everyone scrambles into action like something is going on as Drex walks toward me.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he says, pulling the phone from my hand and tucking it in his pocket. I start to lead the way, but he lifts me and carries me bridal style out of the room. I don’t protest, since I’m not slung over his shoulder.
Reaching up, I wrap my arms around his neck and press a kiss to his cheek, just barely missing the corner of his mouth, and his grip tightens.
“Thank you for keeping them safe, but you didn’t have to give her extra money.”
He doesn’t say anything. Great. He looks pissed again, but I don’t know why. I’ve had a bad enough day. The last thing I need to deal with is one of his mood swings.
“Don’t be an ass, Drex. I’m thanking you,” I say softer, kissing him again, feeling his entire body slowly growing more rigid as he sprints up the stairs with me still in his arms.
Shit. Now what?
Chapter 39
DREX
What happens when you’re stuck in a room for three hours with everyone after just getting your girl back? Your mind slowly processes just how close to dying she came. That’s what. You get to hear every detail of her kidnapping, their plans, and just how close she came to being gone.
What happens when I get scared? I get fucking pissed. That’s what.
And I’ve had time to channel that anger. Marshall is a fucking dead man. No doubt. Even if Eve didn’t want him dead, he’d still be a dead man. Mostly because I need an outlet since I can’t kill Lester and his accomplice myself, and also because he framed a man and made us look like fools. Played us.
With Eve wanting him to die in front of her, it won’t be as much fun. It’ll have to be a quick, clean kill. One that won’t haunt her the way I know it would if she saw a man lose his fingers one by one, or watched as we opened his ribcage while he screamed for mercy.
Eve thinks she wants this, and she may, but I sure as fuck don’t want to destroy her with just how dark we can be.
Killing my father isn’t going to be easy, but he’s as good as dead too. I won’t be able to carry through with torture. It’ll be a clean, quick kill there as well.
“Drex, please talk to me,” she says as I shut the door behind me, reminding me that I’m really fucking pissed at her, even though I’m trying to calm down. I’m more furious at myself than her, but it’s easier to scowl at her than to find a mirror.
She squirms in my arms, and I place her on the bed like she’s glass on the verge of shattering. She looks pissed at me, which only pisses me off more.
“What the hell?” she snaps.
“You spoke to me while he was in here,” I say quietly, crawling over her as she slowly lies back, letting me move to be over her body.
“Yes,” she says softly, her eyes losing their anger. “He told me to answer.”
“And you fucking let me walk out of here, Eve. You could have said anything at all to give it away. All you had to do was tell me to feed the dog or some shit, and I would have been back up here. Then I remember what you said, and realize you were fucking trying to tell me.”