Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
CHAPTER FOUR
Cameron
Abbie was doing her best to twist me all around. In every message we shared and every phone call we had, she tried to lead me into a conversation about my family, but I was an expert at evasion. She even tried to keep me from prying into her personal life in a sexy, I’m-a-bad-girl kind of way, but I saw through it each time.
This game we were playing was dangerous. Only problem was, she had no idea I was playing her. She had no idea that I knew about her plans to take down my family, starting with Jax, the oldest out of all of us. She’d fallen down a rabbit hole, and hitting the bottom was going to hurt like hell.
I’d make sure of it.
I arched my brow at Ace when he barged into my room. His hair was green today—a stark change from the blue it’d just been yesterday. I grimaced.
“Green is not your color,” I told him bluntly as I shrugged on a plain black button-down shirt. I’d finally gotten Abbie to agree to a date, so I was taking her to Seattle to a nice, expensive restaurant. Women dug that shit, and in my experience, it softened them to know they were being spoiled.
I couldn’t wait to see if Abbie would be one of those women who softened or if she would become suspicious. Didn’t matter to me which I got; I could work with both.
“Go fuck yourself, Cameron.” I snorted. Ace never cared what anyone thought of him, so long as he was happy with his choices. And honestly, good for him. Still wouldn’t stop me from giving him shit, though. “Where are you going?” Ace asked, leaning his shoulder against my door frame and crossing his arms over his chest. He eyed me suspiciously. “Are you going out with that woman you’ve been talking to?”
I arched a brow at him. “Is it any of your business?” I retorted.
He shot me a flat stare. “It’s my business when this woman none of us know has you all distracted.”
“She’s not distracting me,” I told him evasively. I wasn’t ready to tell any of them yet just what Abbie was. A cop. Someone capable of tearing this club apart. Someone capable of sending all of us to prison if she got too close. If everything went to plan, which I was sure it would, she would stay far away from us once I was done with her.
Ace scoffed. “Riiiiiight,” he drawled. “Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night, Cam.”
I sighed and turned to face him as I buttoned the last button on my shirt. “Did you need something, or did you only barge into my room to annoy me?”
He rolled his eyes and pushed off the door frame. “I hope you get laid tonight because you clearly need it. Tell her to use a strap-on. Maybe it’ll remove the stick from your ass.”
Jesus Christ, this kid.
“Ace!” I barked when he turned on his heel, disappearing down the hall. All I got in response was an evil-sounding cackle.
What a fucking brat.
Abbie looked fucking sinful in a black dress with lacy, full-length sleeves. The dress stopped at mid-thigh on her and hugged her curves, and those fucking heels… Christ, I wanted to bend her over our table and have her for dinner instead of this expensive ass meal I was going to be paying for.
“You look like you want to eat me,” Abbie mused once our waiter had delivered our appetizers and we’d ordered our main courses.
I leaned back in my seat as I chewed on the bite of my food. When I reached up to brush a crumb from my lip with my thumb, her pupils blew wide, her eyes widening the slightest bit. The left side of my lips quirked up the tiniest bit with the beginnings of a smirk.
I’ve got you right where I want you, little devil.
“Little devil, I’ve been sitting here thinking of laying you out over this table, spreading your thighs open, pulling that tiny scrap of a thong I know you’re wearing aside, and burying my face between your thighs…” I glanced to the table before glancing up at her again, “with those sexy fucking heels draped over my shoulders.”
A shiver raced down her spine, and her skin flushed, the red spreading down her neck and her chest before disappearing beneath her dress. Her breathing grew the slightest bit heavier, and she seemed lost for words.
Got you.
A deep chuckle sounded from my chest, and I finally released her from my stare, focusing back on my food. It was good—maybe needed a little more seasoning—but I was too hungry to truly care or ask for a different appetizer.
“Did you and your brothers all grow up in foster care?” Abbie asked suddenly. I looked up at her as I grabbed my drink.