Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
“But your house—”
“We’ll live here,” I repeat, and she lets it go. I’m at Blackout most of the time already, so I figured it’d be best if we just lived here. I don’t want her at my home right now. It’ll raise too many questions that I refuse to answer.
We enter the elevator and ride it up to the fourth floor, where the apartment is. I unlock the door and we step inside. “You have three hours,” I say, glancing at my Rolex.
She turns to face me, a look of concern in her blue eyes. “Three hours until what?” she asks slowly. I’m sure part of her mouth is still numb from the dentist.
“Until the club opens.”
“Why would that matter to me?” she wonders.
I smile, stepping into her. “Because you’re going to work here.”
Her eyes widen and her lips part. “Tyson—”
“You will work for Blackout.”
“But I don’t want to.”
I snort. “Doesn’t matter what you want.” I step away and turn my back to her. This is part of my plan. A Minson working as a cocktail server at a nightclub is beneath them. Just another way to drag their name through the mud. I want her father to be disappointed. Embarrassed. This is one way of many to do it.
“Tyson—”
“Get ready. Meet Beau down at the bar, and he’ll help you get your uniform.” I turn to exit the bedroom.
“You’re leaving?”
I face her once more, and I can’t tell if she’s excited to be alone or terrified. “I’ll be in my office. I have work to do.” With that, I turn and leave the apartment.
Entering my office on the second floor, I sit down and pull out my cell when it starts to ring. “Hello?” I answer.
“Hey, man. Nice wedding,” the familiar voice says in greeting.
I lean back in my chair. “Glad you were able to make it.” Smiling, I add, “Didn’t know you planned on attending.”
He snorts. “When they require cloaks and masks for attendance, it’s easy to hide in plain sight.”
“True.” I agree.
If the Lords had seen them there, they’d have had a fucking fit. The Spade brothers are Lords in a sense, but not what you’d think. They run their own hell, their own way. Just like I do with Blackout. They don’t have to answer to the higher-ups because you don’t get any higher than them. Not all who rule choose to watch peasants from their thrones. Some of us like to keep our hands dirty.
“I just wanted to congratulate you and let you know we’re making a quick trip out of town. We’ll be back soon, though. I’ll reach out when we return.”
LAIKYN
I didn’t need a shower, but I decide to take a long, hot bath. It feels good to relax. To be left alone with my thoughts and actually get to breathe without feeling like he’s watching me.
My body aches everywhere, and I’m sore between my legs. Will it always feel like this? I remember watching my sister and Tyson have sex in our parents’ media room once, and she didn’t cry. She enjoyed it. Begged him to fuck her harder. Will it be like that for me? Is my body broken because of how much it hurts? Tyson has already proven that it won’t matter if it’s painful. The only thing that matters to a Lord is themselves. And he had no problem getting off. Told me I’d have to earn to come from now on. How will I earn it? And how long will I be able to hold out until I beg him to hurt me again?
Is that his plan? Make me beg for bruises by his hands? To be treated like his personal whore? He just gave me a little taste and now wants me to beg for each bite.
Lifting my hand out of the water, I take a deep breath and finally look at my wedding ring. It’s a heart-shaped red diamond ruby, or maybe it’s a red diamond, with a double diamond band. It’s exactly what I expected, large and over the top. Another way for him to own me and show off that I’m his. I hate that it’s gorgeous.
Dropping my hand back into the water, I lean my head back and sigh. Tears prick my eyes, and I close them. Letting my body relax, I slide down into the water to drown out my mind, the voices screaming at me to run. You don’t run from men like Tyson. That’s how you end up chained to a wall in a basement.
I walk down to the main bar, knowing the club opens in less than thirty minutes. I made sure to take my time. Honestly, I’m surprised that Tyson didn’t come up to the apartment and fuck me again. Then I told myself to shut the fuck up. The only reason he slept with me at the hotel was to prove a point to my father. I’m no longer a virgin. He’ll probably choose to fuck anyone other than me now.