Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Dylan swallows his pride. “You’re asking me to hurt my own damn father.”
“I’m not asking anything,” Penelope says, and she grabs one of my spare knives and pushes it into his hand. “I’m telling you to.”
She holds Dylan’s hand like it’s her last lifeline, and she tiptoes around him, leaning up to whisper into his ear. I don’t know what she says, but his eyes light up like she just sparked an inferno.
And fuck me, it’s been too long since I last saw that side of him.
He twirls the knives around and tucks them into his belt with the same confidence he usually sports. All the conflict seems to have disappeared from his face as he steps forward and stares me directly in the eyes. “I’m ready.”
I nod and march to the door together with them, but as Alistair and Dylan exit, Penelope stops me. Her hand latches around my wrist, forcing me to stay. I can’t rip away. Not even when I want nothing more than to taste his blood on my lips and rip his heart out of his chest.
But her …
Her needs are more important.
“Wait,” she murmurs, and I oblige.
Not because I should but because I need to. For her.
She swallows as I look at her, my chest filling with discomfort, making it hard to breathe. I know I’ve hurt her. I put my trust in the wrong person, and it damaged her and her sister beyond repair.
But I would fucking die today to give her back even a sliver of her honor.
“Take me with you.”
Her words slice through marrow and bone.
Fuck.
Out of all the things she could’ve asked from me, I did not expect this.
“No,” I reply.
“It wasn’t a request,” she says as she puts on a pair of oversized pants along with some boots that don’t even fit her. “I’m coming with you.”
My nostrils flare. Even though I hate having to disappoint her, it’s for her own good. “It’s too dangerous.”
“I don’t care. I need to be there,” she says, her eyes almost burning a hole into my head. “You owe it to me.”
Fuck.
How could I ever say no when she pulls that?
My teeth grind together.
“I’m not asking,” she says, and she turns around and grabs her bag, stuffing in more knives from my spare collection. Her bag is so full when she returns that it can barely stay closed.
It’s almost cute.
I lean in and say, “Let me do this for you.”
“You can do it while I watch,” she replies, propping her hands against her side. “I’m coming too.”
A lopsided grin forms on my lips. “I won’t be able to stop you, will I?”
She flicks one of the knives open and holds it out like she’s going to cut me. “Try. I fucking dare you.”
I place my hand on her head and scrunch up her hair until it’s all messed up. “I won’t, little one.”
“Little one?” She blushes and shakes her head, freeing herself from my grip.
My brow rises. “What? You prefer slut?”
Now she’s blushing even harder.
I tilt her chin up. “Our agreement ends after today.”
Suddenly, the door opposite my room opens up. And the person walking out of the bathroom is one of the few who could make my rage go from zero to a hundred.
Especially when only a towel covers her body.
And her arm is draped across Jason’s waist.
My nostrils and eyes twitch at the same time. “Lana?”
Her eyes connect with mine as panic slowly fills hers. “Oh …”
“What the fuck—”
I immediately charge at Jason, but she protects him with her body, stopping me from grabbing him by the throat.
“Whoa, chill the fuck out, Felix.”
“Why the hell are you here?” I yell. “Naked?” My eyes settle on his, and I’m about ready to tear his dick off. “Are you fucking my sister?”
She plants a flat hand on my chest. “Listen here, asshole. I’m allowed to fuck whoever I want.”
“He’s from my fucking society,” I retort, getting right up in his face. “You’ve got some nerve, Foley.”
He holds up his hands. “I don’t wanna get between you and your sis.”
“Should’ve thought of that before you drilled your cock into her!” I shove him.
Lana gets between us and pushes me back. “Felix, stop! It was my choice to come here!”
“How many times?” I ask.
“None of your fucking business,” she replies.
“I’m your brother. It is my fucking business to protect you,” I retort.
She steps forward while Jason clutches the door like he’s about to smack it in my face if I get too close.
But Lana’s soft hand on my shoulder distracts me. “Felix, I appreciate that you care about my well-being. But I’m a grown-ass adult just like you.”
“You’re eighteen,” I say through gritted teeth, then glare at Jason for even daring to touch her. “She’s barely—”
CRASH!
I pull Penelope close as we duck to the floor. Something happened in my room, but I can’t look as smoke fills both the room and the hallway.