Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
It wasn’t just the pleasing sound of the laughter, but also the feminine huskiness in the voice. I recognized it even if I’d never heard that laugh myself. My body suddenly felt on edge as my teeth clenched, grinding together as I walked toward the sound. Trinity had never laughed for me. I hadn’t given her a reason to, but it still didn’t sit well.
“I will not!” She let out a squeal.
She was fucking squealing too. What the hell?
My hands fisted at my sides as I turned the corner. Whoever the fucker was making Trinity laugh like that had messed with the wrong man. I wasn’t in the mood for this. I needed goddamn sleep. Not another damn dick trying to get in her pants.
Then, I saw them.
Trev motherfucking Hughes was smiling from ear to ear as he pointed a water gun at Trinity. Shit. It would have to be a damn Hughes. Did the kid have to flirt with every woman he met? Yes. He was a playboy. Why hadn’t Maddy warned Trinity about him?
“Fair is fair,” Trev called out, making Trinity laugh more.
Why was he so damn funny? I wasn’t fucking laughing. Nothing about a water gun was that damn hilarious.
“I’m sorry. Truce!” she cried, holding her hands in front of her face as she turned to run. Her eyes collided with mine then, and the smile that had lit up her face vanished, and she stopped.
Just the sight of me could turn her mood. I hated the way that sat in my chest like a damn ton of bricks.
“And the rodeo squad is back,” Trev said.
The kid had no fear. Stupid fucker knew he was untouchable.
Trinity frowned, glancing back at him.
Trev dropped the water gun and walked up to stand beside her. He nodded his head toward me. “When Maddy met them all the first time, she called them the rodeo squad. It stuck.”
“No, it didn’t,” I snarled. “You’re the only fucker who uses it.”
Trev shrugged, grinning at me.
“Time to go,” I said, turning my gaze back to Trinity.
“Okay,” she replied. “My things are in Maddy’s office.”
“Go on out to the Escalade. I’ll get them,” I told her, then shot little Hughes one last warning glare that only made the fucker grin bigger.
Trinity glanced back at Trev. “Bye. I had fun.”
What kind of fun had she had with Trev? He was a damn kid. Had they done more than this stupid water gun shit? Where the hell had Maddy been when this was going on? Trinity was too old for him … fuck. Trev was twenty. It was hard to remember that. In my head, he was still a teenager. She was only a year older than him. Yeah, no more of her coming to stay with Maddy.
I waited until she headed toward the exit, and then I turned to go into Maddy’s office to get her things. The door was open, but Blaise had Maddy up on the desk, and he was standing between her legs, kissing her like he was about to eat her alive. I cleared my throat, and Maddy pulled back, breaking the kiss. Blaise kept her face cupped in his hands and his eyes on her.
She blushed as her eyes met mine. “Hey, Huck. Did you find Trinity?” she asked.
I nodded. “Need her things.”
She started to move, and Blaise put his hands on her thighs to stop her.
“He can get them. You’re not moving.”
Maddy shifted her gaze to Blaise and scowled at him, but it was only a second before she softened again. “They’re behind my desk,” she said to me.
I didn’t say anything or look at them again. Blaise wanted me out of here. I grabbed the bag that Trinity had brought with her and headed for the door.
“Remember the cameras,” I said before locking, then closing the door behind me.
When I reached the Escalade, I opened the door to the back and tossed her bag in, then climbed into the driver’s side. Trinity looked tense. Nothing like the girl I’d walked up on a few minutes ago with Trev.
I’d had two days to think about what Blaise had said to me back at the house. When we hadn’t been torturing traitors, I’d let my thoughts go to Trinity. There was a lot I had assumed about her because I didn’t trust easily.
Especially someone who looked like her but had been engaged to my religious younger brother. That pairing made no fucking sense. The way she had reacted to her squirting on me wasn’t an act. She’d been as shocked as I was. One minute, I got the feeling she was naive, and then the next, she was a willing piece of hot ass. I couldn’t figure her out.
Once we were on the road back to the house, I glanced over at her. She wasn’t going to talk—that was clear. I’d said some hard shit, and I knew it had hurt her. Blaise had had a point. I needed to find out some things about her.