Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
I’m not a smoker, but right now, I’ll make an exception.
I bring it to my lips, inhaling deep before slowly exhaling with a cough. God, that’s strong. I pass it back to him.
“Because he’s your old man?”
I shrug. “Because he never hurt me. He was always kind, always loving. He wasn’t very affectionate, sure, but he took care of me. Even seeing him on the screen, he looks so ... weak, frail, like how could he do what he did?”
“People can surprise you, and the shit that runs deep in a person’s brain can be darker than anything you could imagine. You were his child; it’s a different kind of love.”
“He brutally murdered women, and he did it without a care in the world.”
“Can’t know that,” he points out, taking another inhale.
“If he cared, he wouldn’t have kept doing it.”
Wolfe nods in agreeance. “See where you’re comin’ from, but also know that unless we know what was goin’ on in his brain, we can’t ever be sure.”
“It doesn’t make it right.”
“Never said it did.”
We fall silent.
“Ever thought of askin’ him why?”
I flinch. “I never want to see that man again.”
“Fair enough.”
He doesn’t push, and I’m glad, because that isn’t an argument I want to have.
“I guess I better get back to my shower. Thanks, for ... you know ... this.”
Wolfe nods again, his eyes so dark, so hooded, it’s hard for me to know what he’s thinking.
“You can shower in my room,” he offers, casually. “You don’t want to shower in the main area, trust me.”
Oh.
I don’t want to know.
“Are you sure?”
He throws his leg over the bike, climbing off. “You’re good.”
I think I’ll take him up on that offer.
“There you are.”
Esme’s voice cuts in between us, and Wolfe turns and glances at her striding toward us in her tiny shorts and tight tank with no bra. Her dark hair is flowing down around her shoulders, and I hate how damn gorgeous she is. No wonder he isn’t interested in me—compared to her, I’m nothing.
Why does that thought hurt?
I need to get it together.
Stopping in front of us, Esme gives me a scalding look. “Your dramas again, I see?”
I fight the urge to slap her.
“Nice to see you, Esmerelda. As always,” I mumble, climbing off the bike.
She steps up as close to Wolfe as he will allow, fluttering her lashes at him. “You were gone when I woke up this morning, baby, I had a special surprise for you.”
Jesus.
He stares down at her. “Business.”
She pouts. “We could finish up now, if you like.”
“I’m going to have that shower,” I mutter, stepping around them and hurrying off.
I don’t need to hear any more.
I just need to get this over and done with so I can get the hell out of here.
Before I catch feelings for a man who has made it very clear where I stand.
I can’t risk my heart like that.
It has been through enough.
9
Walking over to the car that Zane so kindly leant me while I stay here, I pause at the windshield when I see something hanging off the rearview inside. When I parked it this morning, there was nothing on that mirror. Rushing around to the door, I swing it open, realizing I left it unlocked. Oops. I reach over and see that what is hanging is a locket.
I untangle it and bring it in for a closer look. It’s gold and seems to be quite old. The oval shape of the pendant is large, which is something you certainly don’t see anymore. I use my fingernail to wedge it open, and when I do, I see a picture of me as a little girl, sitting on my father’s lap. Gasping, I shake my head, confused. How the hell did this picture get in here?
I’ve never seen this locket before in my life.
On the other side, I see a piece of white paper with something written on it, but I can’t read the font it’s so small.
I need to know what it says, and I need to know who put it here.
Getting out of the car, I rush quickly toward Wolfe’s room, hoping he has a way I can read this. I don’t bother knocking on the door, I just bust it open. Wolfe isn’t in the main area, but I can see the light on in his bathroom. Hurrying over, I bang on the door, still staring at the necklace.
The door swings open.
I look up and see Wolfe standing there, completely naked, his cock so hard it’s an angry red color. My eyes widen, and I back up, stammering, unable to form words. His eyes flash with rage, and he growls, “Thought you were Esme.”
“Oh,” I squeak, my eyes moving to his enlarged, hard cock.
My pussy clenches.
God dammit.
I hate that I want him so damn bad.
“Guess you’re goin’ to have to stand there and wait while I finish this.”