Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Darren was smart using what he made and making more from it. While Rafe, well, Rafe was a spoiled rich kid like me, growing up with everything at our disposal. The only thing we had in common was that we both had shitty family lives. He was the only one who laughed at my expense. I trusted that bastard with my life. That was why I made him my business partner. He might seem like he was goofing off¸ but the fucker knew how to control a boardroom.
I missed Darren, but I hated the way he wanted my wife.
“Just shut up and get me a drink,” I snapped.
“I'm assuming you saw Addie.” Darren raised his hand to his bartender, Jace, to order me my drink.
“How did you know?” I grunted.
“Well, the look on your face pretty much says it, plus the fact Addie told me she was going to see you helps too.” He smirked.
“She told you?” What the fuck was running through her mind?
“Yeah, she asked me my opinion. She was worried you might have moved on. Said something like a guy like you wouldn’t pine after a girl like her,” he said as he swirled around his whiskey and looked at his glass.
“Stupid girl,” I muttered under my breath.
“That’s what I said.” Darren chuckled.
“Do you know what she did?” I looked over at him.
“What?” he asked.
“She got me a Stradivarius,” I grumbled as I looked back to my whiskey and took a sip.
“But you already have one,” Darren noted.
“No. Broke it when she found out,” I admitted.
“Fuck, Daimon. Why did you do it all?” Darren looked at me like I was fucked in the head.
“For her. I did it all for her,” I grunted.
“No, you asshole. You did it all for you. You were too much of a pussy to tell her how you felt so you came up with this stupid idea which backfired on you.” He shook his head and turned away.
“It was a good thing I told you,” I said sarcastically, remembering how angry he was and how hard his punch was when I told him everything I had done to Addie.
“If you told me sooner, I wouldn’t have let Addie anywhere near you,” he said angrily.
“No offense, Darren, but Addie was always mine,” I spat out, annoyed at him for thinking it could have stopped me.
“Addie would have been mine,” he snarled.
“Don’t piss me off, Darren.” I glared at him. Darren never once told me he had a thing for Addie at school, not that it mattered much. I knew my girl and her heart would never fall for him. She needed someone to push her, to tell her off. Darren would only placate her, tell her what she wanted to hear.
My phone vibrated. It was Jimmy. “Yeah,” I answered, still not taking my eyes off the man who not only was my closet friend, but also my rival.
“Mrs. Evans…” he stopped. “She’s made reservations for tomorrow at Eleven Madison Park.”
I smiled to myself, knowing why she went there. “Thanks, Jimmy.”
“So you’re having her stalked. She’s going to love that,” Darren hissed.
“That’s the thing, Darren.” I stood and threw a twenty on the bar. “You don’t know Addie like I do. You have no fucking clue who she is.”
“Yeah, like you do,” he said curtly.
I laughed as I walked away from him. I did know her. She was my little succubus, the one who held my beating heart, the one who haunted me at night as I dreamed of her sweet heat.
Addie always knew how to take me by surprise. I loved and hated it about her. She never once showed me an ounce of fear, not in high school and not now. Not that I wanted her too, but fear I could deal with; her assertiveness, I couldn’t control.
Fear in my world was the norm. I ruled high school with it and now my business. Money got you what you want so did the fear of losing it, which most felt when I dealt with them. Addie on the other hand, Addie was different. She wanted the money, more like needed it, but she acted like she couldn’t care less. Most would do what they were told to; but not her. She ruled our twisted relationship. I was going to do what I could to have power over her. I’d made our relationship distorted and wrong, but what choice did I have? Tell her how I felt? That I cared about her? That I wanted her in every aspect of my life? Addie would have laughed in my face and told me to fuck off. This way, I could be with her, despite her hating me. It didn’t bother me if she did. I wanted her and it didn’t matter what I had to do. So what if I wanted to possess her? Addie was my woman and she would always be.