Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
A slow smile crossed Jasper’s face for the first time all day. “Talk about good luck.” He shook his head, finished his drink and poured two more, one for each of us. “Where is she now?”
“Someplace safe.” I trusted the Ashby family, probably more than I should, but their beef with The Crusaders went deep. I wasn’t sure I could just hand Savannah over to them in good conscience. Especially since Tits was the person who dropped her off that morning.
“Good. Whatever you need, I’m sure we can work something out in exchange for you keeping an eye on her.” I nodded because I hadn’t decided what to do yet, but it likely wouldn’t involve handing her over to anyone.
“Let’s keep this to ourselves until after this fucking wedding.”
“Fine by me.”
Terry returned with a smile on his face, Emmett and Virgil by his side. “The kid isn’t at home and Bonnie claims she doesn’t know where he is, but I found the groom.”
“I found the groom,” Emmett said and elbowed his brother in the side.
“Good enough,” Jasper growled, his dark scowl suddenly a little lighter. “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”
Virgil laughed and clapped his brother on the back. “Hey bro, this is my wedding you’re talking about. Get fucking excited.”
Inside the limo, Jasper flashed a broad, slightly deranged looking grin. “I’m bursting with excitement, can’t you tell?”
Terry barked out a laugh. “Let’s get this man a fucking drink. And I expect you to be much more excited about my wedding.”
“Keep it small and without these goddamn monkey suits, and I’ll dance a fucking jig,” Jasper growled and his lips twitched with amusement.
“Kat will agree to those terms just to get you to do a jig, so you have a deal brother.” Jasper rolled his eyes and let out a groan that had Virgil and Terry roaring with laughter.
Their banter made for a short ride to the church, where we got separated from Virgil who took his spot beside the priest while they matched the rest of us up with the bridesmaids.
“Hey, pretty boy. You clean up well.” Madison took her spot beside me and looked up at me with a teasing grin on her face.
“Thanks, I think.” Madison was a funny chick with a sharp tongue, but she was fun to be around that made her the perfect companion for endless wedding festivities.
“You look good too, almost like a real adult.”
She tossed her head back and laughed. “Right? I’m playing dress up today, but I kind of like it.” She leaned in and wrapped her arm around mine. “Tell anyone I said that and I’ll make you start singing soprano,” she whispered.
“Noted.”
“Good,” she shot back with a satisfied grin.
“Just remember, Madison, we’re required to dance together at least twice and things could go the easy way or the hard way.”
She gasped and then grinned. “You play dirty, pretty boy.”
“Damn right, I do.”
“All right, then let’s just make fun of everyone else and have a good time, yeah?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Shhhh!” The wedding planner hushed us with an angry glare as she pushed us forward. “Okay, go, and no more jokes until the ceremony ends. Got it?”
“Aye, aye,” Madison said with a mock salute.
“Come on, smart ass. Time to act like adults.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Savannah
Withdrawal was the worst. The absolute fucking worst. And it was made worse by the fact that Charlie locked me in a room with nothing or no one except my thoughts to entertain me.
Fucking Charlie.
He could say this was for my own safety. But I knew I was locked in a room based on my last name, and the name of my father.
A bitter laugh escaped at that thought. I wasn’t worth anything to anyone anymore, least of all Ronan Rhymer.
He and Brendan were probably busy working on plans to obliterate the Ashby family and take over all the illicit business in Glitz before they moved on to Mayhem. I was nothing but a footnote in the Rhymer family history at this point, which made me pretty fucking worthless.
A fact Charlie would find out soon enough.
In the meantime, I needed to get out of this room. Between the cold sweats and the constant nausea gnawing at my gut, I was climbing the walls. And my claustrophobia—which was a precursor to losing my fucking mind—was off the charts. I was thisclose to my freedom and there was no way in hell I’d go crazy now.
I just wanted the withdrawals to stop, so I grabbed a cigarette and lit it, sucking in the toxins until I heard some people outside the door.
“Who do you think is in there?” The scratchy voice came from a woman, one who smoked more than she should judging by the hacking cough that came after the question.
“Don’t know. Must be someone important or special if he put her in his room.”