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)
A chill runs up and down my spine as the man marches past me and out the door.
“Wow …” I mutter.
That man held a kind of power, not just in his stride but in his attitude as well.
Because there hasn’t been anyone able to completely silence these boys, until now.
“Tell me about it,” Dylan scoffs, jumping up from the couch.
“What the fuck was that about?” Felix suddenly blasts through the room at Dylan. “What the fuck did you tell your father?”
“Nothing, I told you,” Dylan quips. “I don’t fucking know how he knows. Maybe Nathan told his parents and they told my father.”
“He threatened Pen, though,” Alistair adds. “If he tries to implicate us, we can always throw it in his face. That would get him kicked out of here, and his parents wouldn’t be too happy about that.”
“Why do you think his father paid them off?” Felix says through gritted teeth. “It’s the only reason we got away after letting him live.” Now his eyes focus on mine. “We’re in deep shit now, though.”
“What are you looking at me for?” I ask. “You called me here, not the other way around.”
He gets up in my face. “What did you do last night?”
I’m burning up just from the intense look in his eyes. “I was at a party.”
“With them,” he says through gritted teeth.
“You wouldn’t help me. We found one of my sister’s bullies.”
His nostrils flare. “I knew it.” He stares at Dylan and Alistair. “Those two Phantom boys … it was you.”
Alistair throws his hands in the air. “I’m pleading the Fifth.”
Dylan turns on his lighter and fishes a smoke from his pocket, setting it ablaze. “We made some fucking fireworks.”
Felix closes his eyes, rubbing them, but it won’t take away the fire literally emanating off his body. “You killed them.”
“Well, one of them died, that’s for sure,” I say. “The other one just got pummeled in the face.”
But the lethal look in Felix’s eyes the moment he opens them instantly makes me regret it.
“Don’t worry, Ali and I took care of it.”
“Just as they agreed they would, according to the deal we made,” I snide.
He tried to blame me for my sister’s death and refused to find the real people responsible.
Felix leans in until he’s only a hair’s length away from my face. “So you let them kill for you?” He points at Ali and Dylan.
It’s almost as if he considers it an insult.
I swallow. “It wasn’t intentional.”
“Why?” he growls.
“Because Josh touched my sister,” I reply.
“Josh … Josh Walton?”
“Yes,” Dylan answers.
“He admitted it to my face,” I continue, “and then tried to do it to me too.”
“I saved her,” Dylan says from the back. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
Felix’s face twitches and he towers over me, then snorts. Shaking his head, he marches out the room. “I need a fucking drink.”
Wait, what? He’s not running off, is he?
I follow him out of the library and straight into the same room we were in before with the bar and the pool table.
“Felix.” I try to draw his attention, but he keeps marching on until he’s at the bar.
“Why are you running off?” Dylan asks, coming in right behind us with Alistair.
Felix grabs a glass and fills it with whiskey, chugging it down, then taking another.
“Hand me one too,” Alistair says as he approaches the bar.
“Felix …” I mutter.
Felix slides him a glass and pours it in, but slams the bottle down so harshly it makes me jolt up and down.
“Don’t,” he grits. “Don’t say my name like it belongs to you.”
His eyes light on fire, a burning brighter than the night he tortured Nathan. And it’s making me hold in my breath.
“Like you say mine as though I belong to you?” I retort. “I’m still my own person, even with this deal we’ve got going on.”
Alistair swiftly takes his glass off the bar and takes a sip.
“Is that why you had them kill for you?” Felix asks, his voice dark and heavy.
“She didn’t ask,” Dylan intervenes. “Those fuckers interrupted us when she was naked.”
“Naked?!”
The glass he’s holding shatters in his hand. Shards embed in his skin, but it doesn’t seem to faze him.
His words come out through gritted teeth. “You fucked her?”
Dylan makes a funny face. “Well … she could take a whole lot more than just me.”
Felix’s blazing eyes settle on Alistair.
Alistair frowns, lowering his glass. “Wait … you didn’t know?”
“But you put that plug inside her,” Dylan says. “I thought you meant it as a gift.”
I turn to look at him, equal parts disgusted and intrigued they’d consider me as a reward you could deliver to someone. “A gift?”
“That was meant for me and me alone!” Felix says, storming at Dylan. “You motherfucker, you fucked her without me?”
He grasps Dylan by the collar and lifts a fist.
“Get your hands off me,” Dylan barks.