Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
I don’t know how long it is until I hear her return to the room with a silver tray from the bar with a bunch of different things on it, including the ice bucket, nice and full.
She comes over to me first and wipes something over the cut on my lip that stings like a bitch.
“What the fuck?” I grunt in a manly way, and not at all like a whining child.
“I am cleaning this so it doesn’t get infected. Stop being a bitch, and I will give you a lollypop when I’m done.”
“Really?” Maybe a nurse fantasy isn’t too far off.
“No, now hold still.”
I try not to make too many noises as she cleans the cut on my lip, putting some type of ointment on it as well as the gash on my temple. Guess she doesn’t want my pretty face to scar. Which is fair. If she is going to use my face as a seat, she shouldn’t have to deal with cracked upholstery. When she is done with that, she puts a bag of ice in one of my hands and moves it to the cut on my head, then puts a tumbler in the other with a healthy pour of something strong. It’s perfect, but she really does need the stethoscope and tight plunging neckline.
Then she moves to Heph. She gives him the same treatment and the same scolding about being a bitch, hands him ice and bourbon. Perseus, she just hands the bourbon.
“What, no ice for me?” he asks.
“You weren’t in a fight. You threw a single punch after a fight like a pussy. Be grateful you get the booze,” she says before collapsing on the couch next to me.
It’s silent for a moment while we all take a few drinks and let the alcohol dull the pain. Eventually, it’s Heph that breaks the silence.
“Why do you think Paris killed Freya?”
“Freya got a letter from someone threatening her life if she didn’t pay up,” I answer.
“So it was probably her ex, Troy,” Perseus says. “Still mad he paid out so much to her in the first place.”
“But he didn’t,” Athena answers. “I had my P.I. do some digging. Yeah, she got a sizable payout when she left, and this house, but she also got a stipend of around $55,000 a quarter. Enough to keep this place running, but not much else. To put that into perspective, my father pulls a salary of twenty percent of the profits of Medusa Enterprises. To cut to the chase, the Godwins are wealthy as fuck. Every single one of us… especially my father. There was no reason to kill her. Troy Godwin will absolutely get his hands dirty if the situation calls for it, but killing Freya didn’t get him a thing. He wouldn’t have done it after all these years.” She shrugs like that is just how it is. She knows her father better than I do, so I believe her.
“Okay, then one of your brothers,” Perseus says.
“They think she died years ago. Just like me. When I told them she was alive until recently, they were just as surprised as I was. When Dad came clean, they didn’t really care. My brothers detached a long time ago. And like my father, not one of them needs any more money.”
“It had to be one of us,” I say, looking at Perseus.
“No. I want you to go look. Find proof, actual proof of who did this. I’m sure the evidence will lead you outside one of us.”
“I have proof.” I throw my hands up in annoyance. “We are the only ones that knew she was alive. I know I didn’t do it. I know you didn’t do it. You loved her too much, and I know Heph didn’t do it. He would never betray you.”
“That doesn’t prove shit,” Heph yells.
“Why would Paris want her money?” Perseus asks. “He is the only one of us that grew up with money. He doesn’t need it.”
“I… I don’t know,” I admit. I haven’t gotten that far in my investigation. I’m still sure it was him. I just know in my gut it was him.
“Okay stop, everyone.” Athena pours us all another double. “Take a drink and calm down. Let’s figure this shit out.”
“Why the fuck would we need you to do that?” Heph holds out his glass for more. “Just because you fucked two of us does not make you part of us, and it certainly doesn’t make you our boss.”
Athena rolls her eyes before pouring more. “Really? Asshole? How many do I have to fuck for you to listen to me? Do I have to fuck you, too?”
I love the fire in this woman. It is sexy as fuck to watch her stand up for herself and fight back. I can’t wait to bring that fight out of her in the sack. It is going to be so amazing when I have her working through the anger of a bad day by riding my cock.