Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“How?”
“Because you gave me his fucking trigger. I pulled it, dipshit. All we had to do was sit back and snatch his freedom away. Basil was going to revoke his right to walk.
“Ulysses would have gone down with Joshua’s rage. A month, two tops and I would have completed my life’s mission. I would have avenged my sister, my career, and my nephew. Why do you keep fucking everything up?”
“Me?”
“Yes, you,” I roar. “You had one job. Only one job.
“Every time it’s just one and you still managed to fuck it up. He was your cousin. All you had to do was your job.
“You don’t think through shit. You just blow shit up and take everyone around you down with you. Never an exit strategy, just boom.” I throw my arms up in the air. “What you did to that girl was so fucking fucked up and stupid. What’s wrong with you?”
“She was onto me,” he mumbles like a big spoiled baby.
“You’re a fucking liar. What you did was unnecessary, uncalled for. If she wakes, your name will be the first one out of her mouth.
“And the guard. All you had to do was give him the cash and let him do the job. He should have been on his way back to one of the Greek islands to hide away for a bit. No, you go and kill him.”
“I tied off a loose end,” he snarls back at me.
“You know what? Get the fuck out. I'll handle this on my own from here.”
“Good luck with that. I hope he burns your ass alive.”
“Like you allowed them to do to my nephew? Fuck you. I hope he figures you out and puts a bullet in your head like his daddy should’ve done to yours.”
My chest is heaving. I’m so pissed off. All the sacrifices and work I’ve done. All for nothing. It’s all down the drain. Months… years of trying to provoke Joshua. I finally pulled the right trigger and this asshole kills his father while he’s not even in the country.
“Fuck,” I roar into the empty room.
Chapter 73
Pulling Threads
Pit
Present…
“I was on my way to my father’s to confront him about Davis. I thought he was the one who sent him to Greece. He was dead when I got there,” Kelex says, bringing us back to the present.
“What happened to Jeff? I thought he was your ride,” Ox says.
“He never arrived. I called a car service. He texted me the morning after the arrest like I was the one who stood him up.”
“I bet I can tell you why,” Ox mutters.
I start to leave the room again. I’m looking down at the race this time. Not as if I’m there myself, but from the view all the stories have created.
I zero in on a bunch of high school kids a few cars over from mine. Shawna was there. I saw her before we lined up for the race. She stood out because she looked as if she was trying to hide from someone.
I turn my head and see Jeff talking to Jeremy. I frown. I didn’t know Jeff that well back then, so I didn’t think about what they were doing together. I didn’t give it a second thought.
Suddenly, something else pulls my attention. The scene before me fades and is replaced with the night at the race party. Jeff’s words come back to me.
This is no place for you, dollface. Besides, you’re a distraction I don’t need to be a part of. I have my own reasons for being in these races.
Kelex footed the bill for him to be there, but as I pull memories from back then, he never seemed too interested in where Danny was. I saw him in Marquis’s face more than anything.
All that fades and I tug at a different thread. Kid… she spent most of her time talking to Achilles at that housewarming party, but as I left that night, I saw Jeff shooting his shot. I remember thinking she was out of his league.
“I got it,” Tak shouts, snapping the thread I’m following. I’m back in the bar, looking around at everyone. “It’s Achilles,” he croons like he’s so proud of himself.
“Were you dropped on your head, or did we do this to you?” Deacon says.
Luke sits back with his elbows on the back of his chair and his hands folded over his chest. “It’s not Achilles.”
“Why not?” Tak says like a pouty teenager.
“Were you paying attention? It’s not him because he’s one of them,” Luke says.
I snort. I guess I wasn’t the only one to pick up on that. I look to Uncle Blake and lift a brow. He nods for me to continue.
“My uncle once told me you never let them learn what’s most important to you and you never leave what you love vulnerable.