Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
“Whatever.” He pulls his cell out of his pocket and types away on it. I stand staring at the grass until he puts it away. “You worry about your problem, and I’ll worry about mine.” With that, he turns and gives me his back, storming off into the crowd.
“Here you go.” Marie comes up beside me and hands me my drink. I take a big gulp, trying to ignore the pit in my stomach. I know I’m a virgin, but that still might not be enough when it comes time for the vow ceremony. I don’t know what I’m more afraid of—the punishment I’ll receive or the fact that Saint will have to throw me away.
NINE
SAINT
I’ve been watching her for the past hour. Adam texted me that she was here at the party. His exact words were:
Your whore is here. Get her off my back.
Adam doesn’t give a fuck that Ashtyn is to be my chosen. When I told him that I was picking her, he didn’t even bat an eye. He knew a Spade brother would have her one day. And my day is coming soon.
I hit call on my phone for the tenth time and watch her press ignore while grabbing a new drink. I’ve seen her down three so far. At this point, she’s pretty far gone.
I’ve stood back and watched her drink with her friend while they laugh and stumble over their own feet. It’s cute really. That she thinks she can ride my thigh, and come on it, and then ignore me like it never happened.
She’ll never be able to escape me. Not anymore. As much as I’ve wanted her, I’ve never let her know. Now I’m going to make sure she understands just how serious I am.
I send her a text.
If you don’t answer my call, I’m going to take a belt to your ass.
She’s laughing with her friend when she removes her cell from the back pocket of her jeans.
Reading over my text, I watch her start to type. My phone dings.
You’d have to actually touch me in order to do that.
I smirk and type back.
I can touch you all I want. I just can’t fuck you…yet.
I watch her read it and then put her cell away in her back pocket. Grinding my teeth when she doesn’t text me anything, I call it. Straight to voicemail. The bitch turned it off.
That makes eleven calls.
“I’m going to need your assistance.” I snap my fingers at Haidyn and Kashton who are talking to one another next to me.
They both nod, not even caring what the fuck it is. My sweetheart is about to find out just what we’re all about.
I sip on my drink while I watch her for the next twenty minutes. She’s so drunk, and I wonder how she got here. Surely, she didn’t drive, and I know she didn’t come with Adam. He already left. He’s got some shit going on with the Lords right now. I’m not sure what it is exactly, but it’s not looking good. It’s also not my problem. His sister, on the other hand, is my only concern right now.
I can’t take her to the house of Lords until after the vow ceremony. So I’ll have to take her to her house. I might just spend the next three weeks there with her.
Watching her stumble away from the party, I observe her friend going back over to the table for another drink as Ashtyn goes the opposite way. She shouldn’t be walking around all by herself out here. I only trust about five men at this party. And two of them came with me.
“Let’s go,” I tell the guys as I start to follow her. She passes a few groups of people, a bonfire, and then proceeds to the cars parked out in a field. Walking up to a black Camaro, she tries to open the passenger door.
“Shit,” Ashtyn hisses when she realizes it’s locked. Spinning around, she goes to head back, but I put myself in her way, making her yelp when her body hits mine.
“Hello, sweetheart,” I say, smiling down at her.
“Saint,” she gasps, her wide eyes going to both Kashton and Haidyn, who stand on either side of me. She then looks to the crowd to see just how far away she is from anyone helping her. “What are you—” Her face hardens. “House of Lords, my ass!” She pushes her hips out with her hands on them.
She’s so cute. “Let’s go for a walk.” I grab her upper arm and pull her from the car.
“I don’t think—”
“I don’t care what you think,” I interrupt her. She tries to pull away, but I yank her to me. Bending down, I wrap my arm around the back of her legs and toss her over my shoulder. I walk farther away from the party behind us, into the tree line on the opposite side where the partygoers have made the field a parking lot.