Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Kiss my ass, secret husband.”
I swear I hear a small groan slip from him as I pull away, joining Bronx and a few girls I recognize from Greyson Elite Academy at the tables.
“Well, well.” She smirks, flipping her dark curls as she slides back in the seat. “Look who was set free.”
“Hardly.” I drop into the space beside her. “You think your dad is sitting at the closest table to this section by accident?”
She chuckles, wiggling her brows. “Do you think I didn’t control the guest list for tonight for that very reason?”
My eyes narrow and she laughs loudly, tossing her head back and showing her slender neck. The girl is sex on a stick without even trying.
She might be small in stature, but her personality is ten feet tall, and she knows it. I’ve never met a more secure girl in my life. It’s no wonder she’s my sister’s best friend.
She’s one of a fucking kind.
I don’t have to ask her what she means, as not ten seconds later, I see them.
Damiano Donato, my sister’s head of security, and a few from his Greyson crew head right this way, but it’s not the randos that has my smile spreading. It’s the blond head to their left, whose eyes are locked on mine.
Nicholas Galley points at me and I shake my head, sneaking a quick peek at Enzo’s table, but his head is dipped low in what looks to be a tense conversation.
“There she is!” Nicholas shouts over the music, and a low laugh leaves me as he steps ahead of the crowd, dropping onto the table right in front of me. “Hello, my favorite girl.”
“Nicholas.” I grin. “Saw your uncle the other night. You could have come to save me from all the bullshit.”
“Oh, I would have, but unfortunately, I had to skip.”
“I heard.”
His eyes snap back to mine, narrowing. “What did you hear?” I cock my head, and he chuckles lightly. “My bad, just…a lot going on with all these changes happening.”
I nod. “My sister said you haven’t been around. Big job?”
“More of a…wrinkle in one.” He nods as he glances around the room. “She and her man here?”
“Nope.”
“Cool.” He nods again, and the Nicholas I’ve come to know pops out. “I’d like to officially say I’m an angry boy. You didn’t tell me you’d be here tonight. I had to hear it from Dom who said Bronx insisted I come along when she heard I was with him.”
“She threatened to send your dick pic around campus again?”
“That was one time!” she shouts, tossing back a shot. “And more of a Welcome to Greyson Elite.”
“Told her to go for it, but only if I could send a better angle.” Nicholas chuckles, passing her a little blue pill and smiling down at me.
“It doesn’t work that way around here, Galley,” she teases, accepting his party favor.
“Trust me, Bandoni.” He bounces his brows. “I know a thing or two about sex scandals and how to use them to get what I want.”
“You’ll get shit from me, pretty boy.”
He grins good-heartedly.
“Well, fucking well!” I turn at the agitated voice that suddenly booms, my eyes narrowed, but I’m not the only one.
Bronx leans forward in her seat, and no one misses the way the newcomer stares right down her dress. “You were not invited.”
“Which is exactly why I had to come.” Hayze grins, running his tongue over his lower lip. “Miss me, honey?”
“How did you get past security?” She glares.
“You mean Roberts?” Hayze’s lips could not curve any higher. “Buried something for him a couple nights ago. ’Bout six feet under, if you feel me. He owed me one.”
“Congratulations,” she deadpans. “You just got him fired.”
He sinks his teeth into his lower lip, curling around the back of the chair until his lips are by her ear. “Worth it.”
She rolls her eyes, but I swear she fights a small smirk, even if she does wipe it away before he can spot it.
Hayze looks up at me. “Still got that bullet in my arm.”
“If you’re hoping for a matching one, you could come sit by me.” I smile sweetly.
“Keep smiling at me like that, sweetheart, and I just might.”
Unimpressed, I sit back. “You sold me out.”
He grins. “You foolishly trusted me.”
My eyes narrow but a low laugh escapes, and I tip my chin. “Touché.”
“Wait.” Bronx looks to me with glittering eyes. “You’re the one who shot him?”
“Enzo shot him.”
“For calling her sweetheart,” Hayze adds.
My lips tug up. “You’re actually bragging about it.”
“Fuck yeah. How many have been shot by Enzo Fikile and lived to tell about it.”
We both laugh and damn, it feels nice…and I might smile a little extra wide when Enzo glares this way.
Bronx, of course, deflates. “Well, that’s a lot more boring a story than I thought it was going to be.”