Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“Maybe you should give up.” He sighs. “Everyone has a breaking point. Her father got the job done, one day she will too.”
I step into him, my chest hitting his so hard it pushes him a step back. “Are you going back on our deal?” I’m tired of listening to what he thinks I should do. Or who he thinks she is. He has no idea.
He looks away from me, and after a long second, he shakes his head. “I’ll make the call. Make sure she shows up and that she’s sober.” With that, he turns and walks out of the front doors, slamming them both shut.
A soft sob hits my ears and I ignore Sarah. She sits with Gunner over on the couch. They haven’t left. Sarah wanted to wait and see how Elli is doing and Gunner didn’t argue with her. Plus, he had a text about fifteen minutes ago that Prickett is on his way here.
Tyson and Gavin enter the living room. “How is she?” I demand.
“The Narcan worked.”
“But she’ll be okay?” I urge.
“Yes. I’ve given her something to make her comfortable.” He looks around the room. “Where is her husband…?’
“I’m her husband,” I snap, interrupting him.
He looks at Tyson, who nods, and then looks back at me. “She needs to rest, but she’ll be okay. You can call me if you have any questions or concerns.”
I walk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water, needing to try and calm my nerves. Tyson follows me. I fall down into one of the barstools at the island and run a hand down my face. “How bad was it?” I ask through the knot in my throat. I have cameras in the bedroom but couldn’t bring myself to watch them. Afraid it’d have me barging in there to protect her. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t intervene. It would have made it worse for her.
Tyson shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “She passed, if that’s what you’re asking. Congratulations. She’s all yours.”
Dropping my head, I interlock my fingers behind my neck, letting out a long breath. “Yeah, but at what cost?” Will she forgive me? No. Do I care? Also no. She’s mine now. No one can ever take her from me. I’ll spend the rest of my life—no matter how short that will be—fighting to protect her.
Dropping my hands onto the island, I look up at him.
“We all pay a price, Sin. Some more than others. What it ends up costing us depends on how bad we want it.”
Looking over to the entrance of the kitchen, I see Gunner walk up. “Prickett’s here.”
I jump up from the barstool and run back into the living room. “What the fuck happened?” I demand. Gunner had said that Prickett had some information for me. He had seen her as well at the party.
Prickett sighs, coming to stand in front of me and Tyson. “I was in the game room when Elli entered with Holland. He went to Mack and said she needed something special. Mack questioned it but Holland had assured him it would be fine. Elli questioned what it was. Holland told her it was the best Molly. She, of course, believed him and took it. After Holland removed her from the room, another girl who had seen the exchange went over to Mack and said she wanted some ecstasy. Mack said he didn’t have any.”
“What the fuck are you saying?” I demand, trying to figure it out.
“I’m saying what Mack gave her and what Holland told her it was, were two very different things. After Gunner found her in a bedroom and carried her from the party, Holland was overheard bragging about giving Elli a pill laced with fentanyl. And then I guess she also snorted some that she thought was cocaine.”
“Fuck, she’s lucky Gunner found her when he did,” Tyson speaks.
“Were you able to get Holland?” I demand, looking at Gunner. I haven’t asked because of the situation he found her in. My plans to fuck him up were put on hold.
“No. I found her in the bedroom. I needed Prickett’s help to get her out of the party without anyone seeing what was going on and to the car. I came straight here, and I had Sarah follow us in Ellington’s car. That way it wasn’t left behind for anyone to see. I figured Holland would go back to check on her in the bedroom, and I wanted him to shit himself wondering where the fuck she went.”
I run a hand through my hair, frustrated. I’ll get him.
“I went back in with every intention to get him for you, but he was surrounded by people. I figured I’d let him run his mouth. When you’re ready, let me know and I’ll help you,” Prickett adds.