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)
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Excuse me?” I look up to see my brother standing in the women’s restroom. “Miller?” I look around the room to make sure no other women are in here. “What are you doing in here?”
“I asked you a question,” he barks out.
I straighten my shoulders. What the hell is his problem? “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Lake.”
“I don’t—”
“I saw the hotel room,” he interrupts me.
My eyes drop to the floor, unable to look at him any longer after his confession. I thought my father finding my blood on the bed was bad, but my brother? “I didn’t have a choice,” I mumble.
“Did he hold a gun to your head?”
Frowning, I look back up at him through my lashes. “No.”
“Did he hold a knife to your neck?”
“No, but—”
“Did he tie you down and rape you?” He arches a brow.
Everyone in that cathedral knew I was going to be having sex later that day. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was Tyson or Luke. At least Tyson didn’t pay for my virginity like Luke has been doing over the last three years. He just took it. “You act like I had a choice,” I snap at him.
“Jesus Christ, sis. Didn’t you learn anything from Whitney? She may have been dumb enough to fall in love with him, but she was smart enough to know nothing would ever come from it.”
He’s not making any sense. “I don’t remember you stopping it.” I punch my finger into his chest. “You were the one who gave me over to him.”
His jaw sharpens, and he looks away from me. Sighing, he runs his hands through his hair. “I did what I had to do.”
I cross my arms over my chest and immediately drop them when it pushes against my banded nipples. I all but whimper and feel my face heat up with embarrassment. “Well, I’m doing the same thing.”
He throws his head back, giving a rough laugh. “You coming all over his cock is nothing that you had to do.”
“Excuse me?” I take a step closer to him, closing the small space. “What did you just say?”
“You know, I thought you were smarter than all the other whores who drop to their knees and beg him to fuck them, but as always, you’re just another disappointment. No wonder Dad didn’t try harder to stop it.” He turns his back to me to walk off, but I reach out, gripping the back of his tux, yanking as hard as I can to pull him back to me. He spins around. “What the fuck—”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I bark out so loud that I hope no one on the other side hears me.
“Think about it, Lake. There’s a reason why Dad did everything he could to make sure Whitney didn’t end up with Tyson, but he had no problem letting me hand you over to him.”
What does he mean everything he could to stop Whitney from ending up with Tyson? “No.” I shake my head. “Dad told me he had no choice. That the Lords let Tyson pick who he wanted, and I had to go through with it.”’
He snorts. “Dad has a plan, and you won’t fuck it up.”
“A plan? What do you mean? What kind of plan?” I mean, I know my father has something up his sleeve by the way he showed up at Blackout after our dinner and the fact that he has Bethany working for him. But what could it possibly be? To keep an eye on me? “Is this revenge for killing Whitney?” I ask softly.
He snorts. “You really think he killed her? Fuck, Lake. You’re so goddamn stupid.”
I wrap my arms around myself, feeling exactly that. “Why would Dad hate him so much, then?” After Whitney died, you couldn’t even mention her name in my father’s presence. It was as if she just disappeared. Never existed. Her social media pages were taken down. Pictures of her gone. All those memories we shared seemed more like I dreamed them. She just … vanished. But my family knew the truth. No matter how much the Lords tried to cover it up, Tyson had killed her.
“Just don’t get knocked up like Whitney did.” He ignores my question.
My heart stops. “What?” I whisper. “Whitney was pregnant?” I never knew that.
“Why do you think Tyson wanted you?” He snorts, ignoring my questions. “He doesn’t love you, Lake. And he sure as fuck doesn’t care what happens to you. And what I just saw out there … you hanging all over him, just proves how much of a worthless slut he’s turning you into.” He exits the bathroom, and I try to catch my breath. Bile starts to rise, and I rush into one of the stalls where I slam the lid up and bend over, unable to completely fall to my knees in this tight, form-fitting dress.