Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
With a nod of my head, we start walking to the door.
Then I get a feeling you get when someone’s watching you. You know that feeling. The one where you shouldn’t look up, but you do anyway because the draw is too strong.
Quinn’s watching me. He’s hard to miss, sitting in a dark corner behind the dance floor. Normally, I would have missed him, seeing as the area is mostly obscured from view. But for some reason, all I can see is his smirk while he watches me.
I don’t like the way he looks at me.
I don’t like the way he smirks at me.
It’s like I’m nothing more than a piece of property.
Chapter 5
Ryken
Quinn’s still hanging around, even though I’ve told him to leave. But Saskia’s leaving, and I stand and watch as she walks out the door while Livia dances circles around me. She’s vying for my attention—attention I’m not willing to give her. My head’s lost in what Quinn wants. What I have to stop him from telling my father about, and how to make sure it doesn’t happen.
He wants Saskia.
She’s the perfect choice.
Little to no family. Poor. Petite and blonde. Blondes always sell best. Especially when they look like a Barbie doll. Which is exactly what she looks like. No one who has any sort of money to search for her. Quinn doesn’t care that her cousin’s family has money because no one searches harder than a parent for their lost child. Certainly not some cousin or their family. I can’t let Quinn tell my father. He’s not privileged to my school friends. They’re completely off limits.
Livia stops dancing and heads off to get herself a drink.
Quinn walks up behind me speaking loudly over the music for me to hear. “You know he’ll want her. All it takes is one single call.”
The people around us all look our way. Quinn was the bad boy of the school when he attended, and rightfully so. He’s as evil as my father. That’s why my father has made him second in command.
“Don’t you fucking dare!”
He taps his chin, looking around the room then back to me. “So many for the picking, though. Tourist numbers have been low this last month.”
“One day I’ll be your fucking boss. You really want to fuck with me?” I step up close to him, so close I can feel his breath on me. We match in height, and Quinn isn’t afraid of me.
“You’ll never be my boss, you’re too much of a bitch.”
“Stay the fuck away from the blonde.”
“What are you going to give me in return?”
I shake my head at his words. “You want something.”
He nods his head and smirks. “A favor. You will owe me a favor, Ryken.”
I was taught to never owe anyone anything, so this goes against the grain. “What exactly do you want?”
Quinn smirks. “If I agree it means you have to stay away from her.”
“Easy.” My hands cross over my chest.
Quinn laughs at me. “I think not.” Then he turns walking away, and as he leaves, Livia grabs hold of my arm again the same way she did before.
“Who was that?” Her voice is high as I turn to face her. She smiles, placing her hand even higher up on my bicep, and leans in closer.
“No one.” I attempt to pull away, but she holds on tightly.
“So Nate and I aren’t a thing anymore, thought you’d like to know that fact.” I nod my head, unsure of how she wants me to answer. “I was thinking you could take me out.”
“On a date?”
She nods her head. “Yep. Maybe you can take me to that new seafood restaurant that’s just opened.”
Before I can answer, I see Cane coming toward us. He opens his hands and slaps them together in the form of a trap and then shakes his head as he passes us.
“So what time should I be ready?” she asks.
Shaking my head, I must have missed the part where I said yes.
“For what?”
She blushes, and I realize how beautiful she is, despite her crazy way of thinking. But Livia knows what she wants and she goes after it. I definitely respect that.
“Our date.”
“Yeah... maybe six.”
“Awesome, pick me up then.” She leans in and her lips touch mine. She’s soft and tastes like strawberry. I don’t kiss her back, but I let her leave her mark on me without my consent and then don’t move as she pulls away and leaves.
“Cunt trap just trapped your dick.” Cane’s voice comes up behind me.
“Kick every fucker out,” I reply to his insult.
He nods his head, pauses the music, then yells at everyone to leave. Some whine but he doesn’t care. Cane very rarely cares about anyone or anything. It’s one of his positive traits, and I admire that in him. He says it how he feels it.