Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I tilt my head in understanding because when she puts it like that…
“Can we trust her?”
The question is hypothetical since I don’t trust fucking anyone, but I’m curious about her answer since she has great instincts. Her judgment of others has always been spot-on.
“I trust her with my life,” she answers. “She’s the only person that’s not a part of this club that I would allow to help me.”
“She’s good with numbers?” Why the fuck am I even considering this?
“Like a damned savant.”
“You know what to show her and what to keep from her?”
“Maps, names, account numbers, and products are off-limits. Just the numbers,” she confirms.
“Okay.” She stiffens when I pull out the chair beside her.
“Please don’t ask me.” Her voice is filled with sadness, but she has to know I can’t let it go.
“Why?”
“Because I’ll tell you, and I’ve been trying to put it behind me.”
I grip the edge of the table. We’ve been through almost every pain imaginable growing up in this clubhouse, but something happened to my sister at school that’s bad enough to make her run. Molly Jenkins is the Ravens Ruin Princess. She has men more evil and more powerful than the damn Devil himself at her back. She doesn’t run from a fucking thing.
Chapter 10
Candi
“Not a good idea,” TJ warns when I stand up from the couch and look toward the double doors Lynch and Molly disappeared through.
I would turn and glare at him, but five minutes ago he pulled his dick out and Legs dropped to her knees like he was offering her the world. It was hard enough not looking when all of the fucking slurping started.
“Don’t,” he cautions again when I take the first two steps.
“Shouldn’t you be concentrating on your blow job?” I ask when I turn back to face him.
With his hand on the back of Legs’ head guiding her movements, TJ examines me from head to toe. The tank top and shorts I wore last night made me feel sexy and daring. Today, in the cold light of the late morning, I don’t feel shielded enough from this place. I don’t imagine full bomb squad gear would make me feel comfortable at this point.
“You’d be surprised at the number of things I can concentrate on at the same time.” He grunts, showing a hint of pleasure for the first time since Legs sank to the floor.
Spinning back around, I stride to the double doors. I couldn’t see anything from my vantage point on the couch, but standing closer with the door cracked, Molly is visible. Sitting at the table with her head hung low, I only have an oblique view of her face. It’s clear by her puffy red eyes and tear-stained cheek that she’s upset. She swore to me that she was safe here, but the state she’s in right now betrays that lie.
“I’ll take care of it.” Lynch’s voice is angry but calm. It’s as if he’s trying and barely managing to keep his hostility in check. “Back to Candi.”
My ears perk at the sound of the stupidest name I could’ve ever picked before coming to this place.
“She’ll be fine,” Molly assures him. “I’ll make sure of it.”
“You can’t keep bringing strays to the clubhouse. She isn’t a part of our world.”
“Your world,” Molly spits angrily as I watch her head snap up in defiance. “I was shoved out of this place years ago.”
“Princ—”
Shoving the door open, my hands instinctively hit my hips when I step inside. “If you don’t want me here, just let me fucking leave.”
I have no idea where the bravado comes from, but by the look in Lynch’s eyes, he’s all too aware that it’s been conjured from someplace that isn’t stable or long-lasting.
“Give us a minute, Princess.”
Following his command when he didn’t even look back at her, Molly stands from the table. “Don’t fucking call me that.”
With my eyes, I beg her not to leave me alone with him, but she pleads right back. I have no idea what they were talking about in here, but the desperation to escape is clear on her face.
“Sorry,” she mouths as she scurries toward the door.
My pulse triples, pounding in my ears so loud, my friend’s voice startles me when she speaks.
“Don’t fucking hurt her,” Molly spits, but she’s gone by the time I look over my shoulder.
“Sure thing, Princess,” Lynch mutters even though she’s long gone. He focuses on me, the same sly smirk on his lips that he had last night when he noticed me watching him having sex. “You’re overdressed.”
“Nope.” I shake my head. I’m not falling for his charm today. Last night I was on a mission. Right now, my only goal is to get the hell out of here.
“You were singing a different song last night when you were throwing your pussy in my face.”