Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Take me to the hospital,” I told Storm Kingston as he pulled out of the parking lot.
“No,” he replied.
Great. He was going to argue with an injured woman. He really didn’t like me.
“I have good insurance. Just drop me off at the door,” I lied.
“We don’t take this kind of thing to the hospital. We handle it ourselves.”
I inhaled deeply through my nose, wishing I had something to drink. Anything to take the edge off. “I’m sure you all keep it to yourselves, but I’m not one of you. I want to go to a real doctor.”
“Drew is a real doctor. He’s on the board at the hospital you want me to take you to.”
The annoyance in his tone pissed me off. What did he have to be annoyed about? I was the one who had been shot.
I winced, then opened my eyes to look over at him in the driver’s seat. He was so stupid hot; it was unfair. His jawline was chiseled, his lashes too long, his mouth almost too wide; a small scar on his right cheekbone didn’t take away from his looks at all. It only added to the sexiness.
“What if I don’t want to go to the dark dungeons of yours to see a doctor?”
He smirked, but didn’t look over at me. “Then, you should have left when I told you to.”
I sucked in a breath and waited a second for the shooting pain to ease some. This doctor he was determined to take me to had better have some pain meds. If he thought he was going to stitch me up without giving me something first, he was very wrong.
“I’m realizing my mistake,” I replied tightly.
“A little too late for that,” he pointed out, glancing over at me. He frowned then and reached over to open the glove compartment. The silver flask he pulled out had a K engraved on it. “Here. Drink some of this.”
I reached out to take it with my good arm, but when I tried to move my other arm so I could open it, I let out a small cry before I could stop it.
“Fuck,” he muttered, snatching the flask from my hands, opening it up, then handing it back to me.
I took it, watching him closely. Either I was delirious from the pain and blood loss or he was concerned. For me. His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he sped up. Huh. Just like I’d expected. Storm wasn’t cold with shut-off emotions. He might kill and torture people, but they weren’t innocent. If they were stupid enough to get mixed up with the Mafia, then they asked for it by pissing them off. Like Jameson.
“Is he dead?” I asked.
“Jameson? No. But you’ll need to find a new sugar daddy. He won’t be available any longer,” he said with sarcasm dripping from his words.
“He owed y’all money.”
Storm nodded his head once.
“For someone so successful, he isn’t very smart,” I said, then took a long pull from the whiskey inside the flask.
“Yet you were fucking him.”
The disapproval in his tone should bother me, but like I had already figured out, Storm was basically good. Even in this world he was a part of, he had some morals.
“And you kill people,” I replied, needing to point out his faults too.
He shook his head as a humorless, hard laugh came from his chest. “Not the same. I only kill those who deserve it.”
“It’s still murder. A crime in the eyes of God and the law.”
“Adultery is also a crime in the eyes of God and frowned on by the law.”
The urge to defend myself was so strong that I had to literally bite my tongue to stay quiet. This wasn’t something I needed to be talking about. I’d say the wrong thing and let it slip about Dovie. No one could be trusted with that. Especially a man who clearly had his opinion of me set.
“How much longer?” I asked him, wishing the whiskey were helping the pain.
He turned down a country road I’d never been on before. “Five minutes,” he replied. “Doctor will be there when we arrive. He’s already prepped the room.”
Impressive. “I need a ride home. Does Uber come out this way?” I asked closing my eyes.
“One of us will drive you.”
I shook my head slightly, unable to do more than that. “No. I don’t want y’all knowing where I live.”
A deep rumble in his chest had me snapping my eyes open and looking at him. He glanced at me, then turned his attention back to the road.
“We knew where you lived before we stepped into that bar months ago.”
I gritted my teeth. “I’ve moved.”
“Yeah, we know.”
Scowling at him, I couldn’t decide if he was lying or not. “And why is that? Are you stalking me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t give a shit, but King does. He doesn’t trust you, and he’ll likely keep eyes on you for years to make sure your scumbag father is dead.”