Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“She was busy. So, I brought Milena here,” Cutter said. “Go Go, drop your shit on the belt so he can scan it. They keep it while we’re visiting.”
I did as he instructed, only throwing one arm out to put my things on the belt before stepping back behind Cutter’s bulk.
There was a chuckle, and I wondered if he thought I was being weird or suspicious.
Probably suspicious.
I didn’t necessarily do well at prisons.
Not that I’d had any really bad experiences with them, just that they scared me.
There were a lot of bad men here…
And I had a very submissive personality, which automatically had me reacting weirdly anyway.
“Come on,” Cutter said as he caught my hand in his. “Just gotta have him use his wand on us to make sure we’re not concealing anything.”
I swallowed and moved to where there were footprints on the floor.
The big man, Rome, who I’d admit was sexy as hell later, came up to me with his wand. Now’s where I admit that being approached by a man with a wand with my legs spread wide should’ve been intimidating as hell, but when a man that looked like the guard named Rome did it, it was admittedly exciting.
“And who is Cutter to you, Milena?”
That’s when my mouth disconnected from my brain.
I mean, with a man like Rome so close, running a wand over your inner thighs, you tend to…disassociate.
A thousand thoughts went through it at once, and before I could stop myself, I was blurting out, “He’s my husband!”
There was a long pause, and then Rome the badass security guard looked from me to Cutter and back. “Huh. Didn’t see that coming.”
I was flushing beet red when I got through.
Cutter’s eyes were dancing, and I realized quickly that he knew I was nervous.
He hadn’t corrected me, either, likely to save me from embarrassment.
Cutter got the same treatment, and I realized that Rome didn’t treat me any differently, which had my anxiety level lowering.
A niggle of a memory, one that I kept shoved down deep with so many iron bars and walls around it, tried to peek through a crack. But I quickly slammed down every defense I had and tuned into the conversation that Rome and Cutter were having.
It was about our…marriage.
I flushed a deeper red.
“…married and not tell your brother?” Rome asked. “I haven’t heard a fuckin’ word about it, and I know that y’all write back and forth a lot. Since I’m one of the unlucky motherfuckers that gets to read the outgoing and incoming mail.”
“I don’t tell my brother everything,” Cutter admitted, not lying, but not exactly telling the truth, either.
When we were done, Rome gestured toward a room off to the side where a ton of other people had already taken seats at round, bolted to the floor tables with fixed bench seating surrounding them.
Cutter caught my hand and murmured down to me, “Married?”
I couldn’t stop the heat from hitting my cheeks. Again.
“I was flustered, okay?” I threw my hands up. “I was trying to decide whether to call you my dad, or my boyfriend. Then I started thinking that you look too scary to be my boyfriend. You’d have to be my man. And then, all of a sudden, my brain just shut down for like a half a second, and my husband came out.”
Cutter’s eyes shined with mirth for a few long seconds before he said, “Well, how, exactly, do you think this is going to work? You think we’re just going to be able to stop being ‘husband and wife’ after we leave here?”
I hadn’t thought that far.
“I…”
An obnoxious bell that sounded like it’d given up a few years ago sounded and I watched as everyone turned toward the door that was in the very far left corner.
Inmates started to come in wearing ugly brown jumpsuits, and our marriage was forgotten.
I knew the tenth person that came into the room was Cutter’s brother with one hundred percent certainty.
He was taller, bulkier—which shouldn’t have been possible—and looked a whole lot meaner.
However, you couldn’t deny the Clayborne family gene pool.
They had the same black hair, brown eyes, and height.
Oh, and the smile.
The moment that they saw each other, Copper’s smile was swift and lit up his entire face.
Wow.
Okay, so he’d gone from unapproachable to ‘I want to give you a hug’ in a half a second.
His eyes swept the tables as he went, and he glared at a few as he passed.
It was only when he got closer that he realized that Cutter wasn’t alone.
I sank down a little, curling my shoulders in on themselves, when the smile was wiped off his face.
“Who are you?” Copper barked.
I flinched.
“This is my wife,” Cutter drawled.
Copper’s brow furrowed.
He sat down opposite me and glared daggers.
“What?” Copper barked.
Cutter leaned in and explained everything.
Why I was there, who I was to him, and everything in between.