Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Her phone records also showed she hadn’t been texting or calling him.
She probably thought I was being an overbearing asshole, and yeah, that stab of jealousy was bright and hot inside of me. But this was about more than that. Persephone didn’t know the people who made up this world… the people who were closest to her.
If she knew the type of man Trevor’s father was and the shit that I knew Trevor had done himself, she’d stay far away from him.
Scaring the hell out of her wasn’t my intention. But maybe I should have just told her that Trevor Wilcox had a record an arm’s length long for sexual misconduct and harassment and even a rape accusation that had gotten pushed under the rug thanks to Daddy Dearest.
Money and connections bought you a brand-new life and a clean slate.
“The little asshole’s house. One of her girlfriends picked her up. I’m sitting in front of the house now. It’s pretty packed, and I can’t see her since she’s gone inside. Do you want me to go in and bring her out?”
I rubbed my eyes and exhaled. It would be easy to have Bruno go in and haul that pretty ass of hers out, take her back to the house, and lock her in her room.
Nah. I wanted to be the one to do that. If she was going to get punished, I was, again, going to be the one to do it.
My cock jerked the very thought.
My little Bunny had this push and pull with me. It was a power struggle. Didn’t she know I was at the top?
Didn’t she understand, when it came to who was the dominant one, she’d never top me?
If not… she’d find out soon enough.
Persephone needed a good dose of discipline.
“No. I’m forty-five minutes away. I’m coming now. Stay there and watch her. If anything changes, call me right away.”
I disconnected the phone and slipped it back in my pocket as I stood. Markov and his men glanced up.
“I have to cut the meeting short.”
Markov pushed the blueprints away. “Fine with me. I was tiring of looking at these.”
His accent grew thicker as he snapped his fingers. A second later, the VIP door opened, and three women sauntered in.
They turned the music on. Markov leaned back again, threw his arms over the back of the couch, spread his legs slightly, and grinned as one girl came over to him and started giving him a lap dance.
And that was my cue to get the fuck out of here and go get my girl.
Chapter 14
Persephone
I knew as soon as Sophia pulled to a stop in front of Trevor’s house that this had been a bad idea. But I was tired of being alone at the house. I was exhausted from thinking of Hades constantly.
I wanted to see and feel something that didn’t revolve around him.
People overflowed out of the three-story mansion.
I leaned forward and looked out the windshield, seeing a drunk guy stumbling across the landscaped front yard, girls running topless as guys chased them, and a group of dudes singing as loud as they could while holding their plastic cups high in the air.
“This one’s wild tonight,” Sophia said with almost this excitement in her voice.
“I thought these were low-key?” That was what Trevor had said, anyway. Clearly, that wasn’t the case.
“Low-key?” She started laughing and shook her head. “These get so out of hand. Normally, the cops are called a few hours into it. But Trevor’s dad is friends with them, so the police just give everyone a warning and tell us to keep it down.”
I looked over at her just as she pulled her phone out. She started typing out a text, her fingers working furiously over the screen.
“Jacqueline and Ariel are already inside. They snagged us a couple of drinks.” She tucked her phone into her clutch and looked at me, grinning. “Come on. It’s time we pop that party cherry of yours.”
I internally groaned but followed her into the house.
Guys started throwing out lewd comments our way, and Sophia just lifted her hand and flipped them off as we kept walking.
There were a few more catcalls in the distance, the sound of girls talking in slurred tones, and then giggling, even some excited screams piercing through the air.
It wasn’t as if I’d never been to a party before, but the ones I’d gone to had never been like this. Wild and reckless.
Once inside the mansion, we weaved around the bodies, shoulder-to-shoulder. We made it into the kitchen just as Ariel and Jacqueline came out, swinging their hips as they danced to the music, arms above their head, and two bottles gripped in each of their hands.
I didn’t know Jacqueline and Ariel very well, and I was pretty sure they didn’t care about being friends with me. But I had a feeling they tolerated me because Sophia was clearly the head of their group.