Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“He’s my son,” Hugo rumbles. “I’m not going to accuse him of something without having more to go on. We’ll see what Jude uncovers and then I’ll confront him. But he needs time to do that. Can you please let me handle this, Love?”
I nod, squeezing my eyes shut. “Yeah. I can do that.”
For now.
“Good girl.”
Is Spencer capable of murder?
A shiver dances down my spine. He’s not exactly nice. I’ve been on the receiving end of his cruelty and it’s not pretty. It’s painful and devastating. Could he have turned that wrath on my mother?
Maybe he’s behind the other stuff too. Is he capable of planting a snake in my room? Definitely. Would he? Doubtful. The pictures and cameras, though? That’s more his speed. It’s suspicious that the cameras were planted by someone who has the code to their home. Spencer could have easily done that.
I’m sitting cross-legged in the center of his bed, waiting for him to return home. His room is so perfectly neat. It’s a total serial killer room. Maybe Mom is one of many. What if I’m next?
My phone buzzes with an incoming text.
Harold: The doctor thinks we’ll get moved from ICU to a regular room soon. Tasha is awake but in a lot of pain and can’t really speak. I’ll let you know when she’s in a room so you can visit. Be safe, Aubrey.
Guilt grabs my ankles and drags me into a deep, dark pool of despair. Spencer hates Tasha. If he killed Mom, she’d be a loose end to clean up. She’d been pretty nasty toward him the other day.
Would he do such a thing?
An ache in my chest begs me to disagree. It’s Spencer. The same Spencer who’d been so upset when telling me his reasoning behind why he started hating me two years ago and the utter confusion on his face when he learned he might’ve gotten it all wrong. He’s not some evil mastermind. Just passionate and sometimes angry.
He loves me.
He wouldn’t try to kill the ones I love.
I’m lost in my torturous thoughts when Spencer’s door opens and he saunters in. At first, he doesn’t see me, but then, when he does, he flashes me a flirty grin that makes my stomach tighten.
That’s not the face of a monster.
“What’s Jude doing here?” Spencer asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “And why are you wearing Dad’s favorite shirt?”
I’d like to clear the air right now. To demand to know what he’s been doing with Mom’s card and to make sure he hasn’t done something with her. Everything would get straightened out in a flash.
Or, it could blow up in my face.
Maybe I’m blinded by him.
Maybe he is capable of such things and I could be jeopardizing a real opportunity to learn what’s happened to my mother.
“Hey, leech. I know you want to suck my dick, but I’d like to have a little small talk first. Sometimes I think you use me for my dick and body heat at night.”
Playful Spencer makes my heart weep.
I can’t say anything about the card, but I could try a different tactic. Go another direction to see if I can get a read on him.
“I don’t know,” I finally rasp out. “Harold says Tasha is awake.”
He blinks at me, features impassive. “Cool.”
Cool?
I know he hates her but for real. Cool?!
“Don’t be an asshole,” I snap, shoving his shoulder. “She almost died.”
“What’s your problem?” He scowls at me, no longer in a teasing mood. “Did you fuck my freak uncle while I was gone? Did Dad participate?”
I gape at him in disgust. “How can you turn on me so quickly?”
He scrubs a palm over his face and shrugs. “Sorry. I’ve had a shit morning. Was looking forward to getting back here with you, but the second I get back you start bitching me out.”
“Because you’re being a prick!” I poke a finger at his bicep. “You cut her brakes, didn’t you?”
Spencer blinks at me, a brow arched. “What?”
“That’s why you don’t care! You cut her brakes and tried to kill her!”
Striking like a snake, he grabs my jaw and tackles me to the bed. Before I can scream out for Hugo, he slaps a hand over my mouth and rests his heavy body on mine, trapping me on his bed. My heart thunders wildly in my chest and terror creeps its way through my every cell.
Am I going to be next on his psycho hit list?
Spencer
Wild eyes stare up at me—a violent storm of hatred and love and betrayal and lust. She doesn’t really believe I sabotaged Tasha’s car and tried to kill her, but she’s looking for someone to blame. I’m the easy way out. The one she’s blamed for all her heartache for the past two years.
“You’re in love with a killer,” I taunt, voice a low growl. “I bet you’re wet imagining I’ll take you by force before I kill you too.”