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)
“I’ve killed more important men for less.” I shrug carelessly. Walking over to her, I reach out and run my hand through her bleach-blond hair. Her large blue eyes look up into mine at my confession. “We both took a vow that you belong to me and I to you. That means I will eliminate anyone who I think may be a threat to our marriage.”
“But you’re free to fuck whoever you want,” she snaps, referring to Bethany.
I still haven’t informed my wife that she’s the only woman I’ll be fucking. And I don’t plan to. I like her jealous. I don’t see how sleeping around on her proves anything. The point is that she belongs to me. Besides, her cunt, mouth, and ass are all I’m going to need. “Just stay the fuck away from him. And if he comes in here, you tell me. Understand?” I’m busy when the club is open. I don’t have time to sit and watch the cameras a hundred percent of the time. It’s never bothered me until now. Especially after what I saw last night between her and Bethany.
She glares at me for a long second but finally nods. “Understood.” Turning, she starts to walk off but pauses once more and faces me. “Why haven’t you asked me about the girl?”
“What’s there to ask?” I avoid her question.
“If I spoke to her? Who I saw her with?”
“None of that matters.”
“Of course not. If you’re not a Lord in this world, no one gives a fuck about you.” With that, she turns and stomps off to head back upstairs.
She’s avoided me most of the day. After she came down when the cops were here, she went upstairs and hid from me in our apartment. I’ve had too much to do to chase her down or to care whether she’s mad at me.
It’s now eleven and I just realized that she didn’t come into my office before her shift started. She’ll get punished for that. I highly doubt she forgot like I did. She’s just trying to prove a point. Well, I’ll prove my own.
I stand at the railing on the breezeway on the second floor, looking down over the club. My eyes are on my wife. It’s after midnight and we’re packed. I stepped out of my office for a breather. I see someone walk up out of the corner of my eye and look over to see it’s Ryat. He looks down to where I was looking and sees Lake laughing at a table with five men sitting at it.
Ryat pulls a sucker out of his mouth, leaning his forearms on the railing. “You let her wear that?”
“It’s her uniform,” I answer.
“Yeah.” He sucks on the sucker once more before pulling it free from his mouth. “I get why you’re doing it, but how are you doing it?”
I push off the railing and turn to face him.
He shrugs at my silence. “Even before I loved my wife, she was mine. And I don’t like anyone seeing what belongs to me.” He pulls his cell out of his pocket to reply to a text he just received, and I turn back to look down at my wife.
She’s bent over, her face in front of the guy’s face while he says something to her. I know the music is loud and she can’t hear what he wants to order, but it makes my fingers curl around the railing. I’m supposed to put her on display. That’s the point of what I’m doing. But Ryat is right. I don’t like how close he is to her. Or how when she pulls back and walks away, his eyes are on her ass while his friends smile, all of them knowing exactly what he’s thinking about.
I push off the railing and stomp off to my office. Ryat enters behind me.
“Why are you here?” I ask, picking up the remote to my cameras and placing them on the big screen to watch my wife.
He leans over and looks up at the TV hanging on the wall above his head. Once he sees what I’m watching, he straightens and smirks at me.
Dick.
“I was on my way home and thought I’d drop by.” He finally answers.
I pull my cell out of my pocket and send her a text.
My office. Now.
Setting it on the desk, I watch her on the camera, seeing her cell light up on the counter next to the server station. She reads over my message and then places it back on the bar, picks up her tray, and walks over to the table where the guys are seated, ignoring me.
Okay, Lake. Let’s play the game your way.
“What are you doing out this late?” I ask him.
“Had to stop by the house of Lords,” he answers vaguely.
I nod, knowing that’s all I will get from him. Ryat and I have always been close since his freshman year, and I was a senior. But we’re not girls who share everything.