Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Was there any part of him that wanted to save me just because he wanted to? I don’t think I’ll ever get the chance to know.
He was furious. I’ve seen him mad plenty of times. Big mad. But this was different. He looked at me as though I’d betrayed his trust, that my attempt to leave had hurt something inside of him, something he hadn’t realized he was capable of. I don’t know. This could all be in my head, but I know it’s not. At least, I don’t think so. I feel it with Zade. There’s a connection between us, and it terrifies me.
How can I want the man who’s going to kill me? More so, why can’t I just be satisfied with the three I’ve already got? Well, who could say if I’ve really got them. Dalton maybe, but the other two? I can’t help but wonder if this is all about convenience for them. I know I feel something, but it’s impossible to read them. Hell, I think I’m better off kept in the dark.
Stepping through the threshold of Zade’s bedroom, I find him standing by his window, staring out at the vast city. It must be around two in the morning, and a part of me had hoped that I’d walk in here to find him already asleep in bed. But I should have known better. He’s never gone to sleep before I have, so I don’t know why I would have thought tonight would be different.
Feeling Sawyer’s cum starting to spread between my thighs, I keep my head down and move across Zade’s bedroom, feeling his gaze locked on me through the floor-to-ceiling window. Pushing through to the bathroom, I quickly clean myself up before splashing water over my face and noticing the few hickeys Sawyer’s left branded across the base of my throat.
I roll my eyes and prepare to face the firing squad, not sure how any of this is going to go down. Though I don’t doubt he has one burning question—who the fuck was I trying to save?
Making my way out of the bathroom, I creep across the room, hoping like fuck he can let this go for tonight. Reaching the bed, I peel the blankets back and slip under the sheets before realizing I’ve been holding my breath. I have no idea why I’m trying to sneak through the room or even why I’m trying to be discreet about it. He can see me clearly through the reflection in the window, and Zade DeVil does not miss a damn thing. Like how the hell he knew to come after me in the cells. I haven’t told a soul about my father being down there. There’s no way he could know. Though he questioned me about the man who helped us during my prison escape, and I know he didn’t buy the bullshit response I gave him, but surely that wasn’t enough for him to figure it out.
As far as Zade is aware, my father is dead, and that’s the way it’s going to stay.
A few seconds pass, and for just a brief moment, I wonder if he really is going to let this go for tonight, when he finally turns to face me. His fiery stare locks right onto mine, and I watch as he walks through his room, over to the armchair and takes a seat, leaning forward and bracing his elbows on his knees, clearly very deep in thought.
I swallow hard, knowing it’s coming.
“I’m going to give you one chance, Oakley,” he tells me, his venomous tone sending chills spreading through my body, turning my blood to ice. “Who was he?”
I pull the sheets up higher, covering most of my face as though it could somehow save me from Zade’s wrath. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
Rage burns through his stare, and I watch as he visibly takes calming breaths, keeping himself from tearing me to pieces. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about,” he spits. “You’re embarrassing yourself. Tell me who the fuck he is. Otherwise, I will go down there and find out for myself.”
Fear slams through my chest, and I come to a crossroads, not knowing my next move. If I tell him, Zade will go down there and kill him. If I don’t, Zade will still go down there and kill him. There’s nothing I can do to prevent this.
Tears well in my eyes, and I desperately try to blink them back, wondering if he knows what kind of impossible situation he’s putting me in. “I can’t,” I breathe. “Please, don’t push this. I gave my word. I won’t break it.”
Zade watches me a moment before standing and striding toward me, a heaviness in his dark eyes. He reaches the side of the bed and turns before sitting on the edge, looking back out at the view. Though something tells me this time he’s not seeing it.