Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
But I have no doubt what they say is true.
They are evil.
And they also like to collect.
“What do they want?” I ask.
He smirks. “They want your women.”
“For what?”
He takes a sip of his drink before answering, “For whatever it is they please. I don’t ask dumb questions.”
“Why would you not ask questions?” I say to him.
“I don’t get paid enough to ask questions, that’s why.”
“So it’s money. That’s the real reason you’re here.”
“Money is the ruler of this world, is it not?” he argues.
“Is it really the hunters who want the women, or do you want them for your clubs?” I question.
He offers me a smile. “You got me there. The hunters would have nothing to do with such things.” I grind my teeth. “Though, I want to collect a few women like you do.” He nods to Maria. “You both have the resources, so give me a woman.”
“It doesn’t work like that,” I argue. “I don’t collect women. I buy them—”
“It does. I’ll pay. You know I’m good for it. Call it what you want.”
Maria scoffs, and Grayson turns to her as she raises a brow. “Don’t look at me, you dickhead.” She growls while I try not to smile as she lifts her drink to her lips.
“I have something for you. I think you should look at it.” Grayson stands, and starts to walk away, but Maria and I stay where we are. “Jake, you’ll want to see this. I’d suggest you follow me.”
I look at Maria, and she simply shrugs her shoulders.
“Not my issue.” She holds up her drink. “I’m getting drunk and hopefully fucking an Italian stallion. You have fun with your crazy brother.”
Shaking my head, I leave her at the bar and follow Grayson out. He makes his way over to a car and goes straight to the trunk, popping it open. When he does, I see Mercedes—the very same man I slit the throat of earlier tonight.
“You forgot to clean up your mess.” He nods to Mercedes. “Now, I can take this to the local authorities, or you can give me what I want. I’m only asking for one woman… I’m down and desperate.”
I grind my teeth as I stare at him, then let out a huff.
“I’m sure they would be happy to search your apartment. I wonder what they would do with your pretty redhead. She was there, right? Probably even has his blood on her.”
“You can’t have any of them,” I tell him. “But Avani is looking to move. I will offer your position to her. She loves sex. And if you pay her right—”
“I’ll pay her double what you do,” he says. I glance back at the body.
“Burn it.”
He smirks before he says, “After I remove the teeth, of course. Wouldn’t want you to go back on your word. I may just hold on to them for a little while, you know, until your debt is paid.” He closes the trunk and walks around to the driver’s side, getting in and speeding off.
Can I kill my brother?
I should.
Chapter 30
Choke me softly
Oriana
When I wake, the sun is shining through the curtains and the smell of food permeates the room. I stretch my arm to the other side of the bed, remembering that I fell asleep with Jake next to me. I reach for the shirt I removed last night, pull it over my head, then step into the main room to find him sitting at the table with a paper in his hands. He’s reading and has not even noticed I’m here.
“Eat,” he orders.
Okay. Well, maybe he did notice. I take the same seat I had last night. He puts the paper down and stares at me.
“You didn’t sleep with me?” I ask, grabbing a piece of bacon.
“No. I figured you wouldn’t take too kindly to waking up and being choked again.”
“I enjoyed it last night,” I purr, and his brow quirks ever so slightly before he turns serious.
“That’s because you knew I wouldn’t do it to hurt you while I was awake.”
“But asleep…”
“I have no control.”
We sit in silence until I eat the last of the bacon, then he asks, “Did you want to shop? It’s our last day, so you may as well do something you want to do.”
“I would love that,” I reply as I stand. “I’ll get dressed.”
“Oriana.”
“Yes?” I turn back to face him.
“I plan to fuck you again before we leave.”
“Promises, promises,” I whisper, just loud enough for him to hear. His chuckle follows me as I go and get changed. Once I slip on a flowy dress with a pair of flat ballerina shoes, I head back to join him.
“You get ready faster than any woman I know,” he compliments.
“You make me come faster than any other man has,” I say cheekily.
He sucks air through his teeth while he smirks. “And more than once,” he adds.