Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
CHAPTER SEVEN
CROSS
I PULL MY black leather jacket on, then glance down at my Rolex. “Fuck! Fuck!”
“What?” Alexa asks. She’s hopping around my tattoo shop, trying to get dressed.
We’ve been meeting up for a couple of weeks now. And when I say hooking up, I mean fucking every damn chance we get. Which is twice today so far. “We’re going to be late,” I tell her just as I feel my cell vibrate in my back pocket. I pull it out to see it’s Titan. “Hey, I’m on my way—”
“You’re late,” he interrupts me. Titan has this thing about punctuality.
“I know.”
“And so is Alexa,” he adds. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
I roll my eyes. “Nope.”
He chuckles softly. “I knew you wouldn’t. Anyway, get your ass over here.”
“I’m coming …”
“I’m sure you were.” Click.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“What now?” she asks, pulling on her white T-shirt before moving on to her black heels. She then goes back to her jeans, zipping them up, and I wish I could remove them again. “I think Titan knows about us.”
Her wide green eyes meet mine, and she sucks in a breath. “What? How? Did you say something?”
“Of course not.” But honestly, I haven’t been all that secretive. At first, I was, but I’ve been pretty careless. The guys know I’ve been up to something or someone, but I thought they all had their own shit going on and wouldn’t notice my absence. I was wrong. Well, Titan and Bones are always watching. Grave doesn’t give a fuck what anyone does. He couldn’t care less. But if he knew I was fucking Alexa? He’d care. He’ll know I broke my promise. He’s been busy with his own shit the past couple of weeks. He hasn’t come to me, but I think it’s April’s brother. Grave’s been going to the Airport a lot.
“Then how would he know?”
“Doesn’t matter.” I grab her hand and yank her out of Tit for Tat.
I lock up the doors to the shop and take her hand once again, turning to the floor. Slot machines are lined up row after row, going off.
“Cross, this isn’t good!” she shouts as I drag her across the floor to the elevators.
I rush into one that is open. I’m about to tell her it’s okay, but a girl who doesn’t look a day over twenty enters behind us with a man who could be her dad. By the way his hand grips her ass, though, I’m guessing that’s not the case.
I lean up against the mirrored wall and pull the Zippo out of my pocket with my free hand. I start flipping it open and closed.
Feeling eyes on me, I raise mine to see the girl staring at me. She lets her eyes run down over my Kingdom shirt and to my ripped jeans. Then she looks at Alexa and frowns. Like she’s not good enough for me. It’s the other way around. I’m not good enough for her. I’m just a plaything. A guaranteed fuck. She’ll get tired of me and move on, but until then, I’m going to take advantage of it for now. Men like me don’t settle down. We’ve got too much to prove to the world. Too many wrongs to right. There’s no time in our life for women. Not the good kind anyway.
The man’s hand slides down her ass and between her legs. She closes her eyes as he leans down and whispers in her ear. The elevator dings, interrupting them, and they walk off.
“Well, that was interesting,” Alexa mumbles.
I snort. That’s an understatement.
She turns to me, and I do the same. I can’t help it. Letting go of her hand, I cup her face with it. Her green eyes search my face. She looks terrified, her white teeth nibbling on her bottom lip. I pull it free with my thumb.
“I told April and Jasmine,” she rushes out.
“Okay.”
“No, Cross.” She steps into me. “I told them about us.”
I nod once. “I understood what you meant.” I just don’t give a fuck.
“I mean, it was right after the first night. But only Jasmine knows we’ve been hooking up for a few weeks now.” She pulls away from me to pace the small space. “I couldn’t keep it a secret from April. She’s my best friend. They both promised me they wouldn’t tell anyone. And I believe them. But if Titan knows …”
“Hey.” I grip her arm, yanking her to a stop. “It’s okay.”
“But—”
“It wasn’t April or Jasmine. It was me,” I interrupt her, but she goes on.
“We said that no one was to know.” She looks on the verge of tears, and I wonder why she’s so upset. We’re allowed to do whatever we want to do.
“Alexa …”
She pulls away from me, and I let her go. “Grave cannot know what we’re doing. You said so yourself. You promised him.” She runs a hand nervously through her bleach-blond hair. “April thinks Grave is fragile right now.” I frown at that because he seems fine to me. A little preoccupied, but definitely okay. I haven’t seen him this determined to be his best self … since ever. “And if he found out you’ve been lying to him …”