Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Tristan couldn’t protect her ass every fucking time, and unlike the rest of these bitches around here, I wasn’t afraid of Tristan.
Because she had one thing right. Joey had trained me, and he had trained me well.
“I can’t go back, bitch!” I barked down at her. She flinched. “You want to fucking know why? Because he’s fucking dead!” I screamed down at her. I shook her, not giving a shit that her face was turning blue as she clawed at my hands around her neck. “You inconsiderate fucking bitch!” I snarled.
I managed to land another punch to her face before Tristan grabbed my arms and yanked me up from her, forcing me to release her. I was seething, my chest heaving with my rage as Emma sobbed on the floor, blood trailing from her nose and down her chin.
Just for spite, I spat on her face.
Jesup began to help her up from the floor as Tristan roughly swung me around to face him. I glared up at him, my eyes gleaming with rage. “What the fuck happened?” he demanded to know.
“Why don’t you ask the fucking whore who told me to go back to my fucking master?” I snarled up at him, still absolutely furious. She had no fucking idea what Joey and I had together, and it pissed me the fuck off that she thought she had the fucking right to assume shit about me and the man who had honestly saved my goddamn life.
“What goddamn master?” he asked me, clenching his jaw as anger sparked in his dark eyes—anger on my behalf.
“She doesn’t belong here!” Emma screeched. Tristan tightened his hands on me, keeping me rooted in my place as I made a move to face her again. I was seething. “She’s Joey’s bitch—”
“Shut your fucking mouth!” Tristan roared at her, making her flinch and cower back against Jesup, who shot her a dark look for talking shit about me. “I didn’t ask you a goddamn question! Speak only when you’re spoken to!” He looked at Jesup. “Get her the fuck out of my sight. I’ll fucking deal with her later.”
“Tristan—” Emma began again, but he growled, his eyes flashing dangerously as he turned his gaze on her again, effectively shutting her up.
Jesup steered her down the back hall. Tristan brushed my hair out of my face. “Are you alright?” he asked me gently, his mood doing a complete one-eighty on me.
I nodded, blowing out a soft breath as I flexed my fisted hands, forcing them to relax. “I’m fine,” I grumbled. “She just caught me by surprise.”
Tristan pressed his lips to my forehead, and I closed my eyes, drawing in the comfort that he was offering me. “Have you eaten anything for dinner yet?” When I shook my head no, he shot me a disapproving look. I scowled. “You’re not just looking after yourself anymore, Adelaide.”
I rolled my eyes, heaving a tired sigh. “I’ll eat when I’m ready to, Tristan,” I told him, placing my hands on my hips.
“She’s a hell of a lot feistier than I remember,” Troy commented as he strode over. “Not the same, sweet Adelaide we all remember, huh?” he asked, looking down at me.
I bristled, putting my guard up against Troy. “You should know the answer to that considering it was your VP that I shot in the shoulder,” I snapped at him.
Kyle scowled down at me, but I only smirked in return. Tristan sighed as he ran a hand down his face. “Thanks for that, by the way,” Kyle snapped at me. My smirk only widened. “It took me three months of physical therapy to be able to properly use my shoulder again.”
“Why did you shoot Kyle in the shoulder in the first place?” Tristan asked me, his eyebrows pulled low, a disturbed look passing over his face before it became practically impassive again.
I shrugged before I crossed my arms over my chest. “I was at a drop, and Troy was there with Kyle and a couple of their men waiting to sabotage the entire exchange and lose the Sons of Hell one of our best clients,” I informed him. “It was a million-dollar deal. I wasn’t letting anyone fucking sabotage it.”
Tristan clenched his jaw and shook his head. “I keep forgetting that Joey had you in the middle of all of that shit.” I glared up at him, a silent warning for him to tread carefully. He clenched his jaw, dropping the subject before he turned to Troy. “She’s no longer with the Sons of Hell,” Tristan informed them. Pain sliced at my chest because not being part of that club wasn’t my choice.
Troy shrugged. “Guessed as much by the fact that she’s here with you,” Troy commented. “I heard Joey is currently MIA.”
I swallowed past the sudden lump in my throat, hating the swarm of emotions that warred inside of me at the thought of Joey being dead.