Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 109086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
I jerked on the handle again. “What?”
No, no.
I hit it. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer except I heard another door slamming shut.
A few seconds passed.
My heart was pounding in my chest. Where was he going?
His headlights turned on outside the cabin, and I could hear his vehicle leaving.
That asshole had left me. Again.
Chapter Fifteen
Jake
Leaving Sawyer on my bed, panting, begging for it—it took every amount of willpower for me to walk away. Fuck. Fucking fuck. She undid me with just a look and a whimper, and how soaked she’d been for me. I didn’t know what I’d be walking into when I got back, but I needed space and I needed my head on straight again.
I needed to head this way anyway because at the end of the day, no matter how fucking hard my dick was, I still needed to find out who ordered the hit.
There was an underground tunnel that led to the basement of my uncle’s nightclub, Shivers.
It was a smaller club, but it was exclusive and had the reputation that it catered to any of their customers’ desires. When I’d been a cop, I stayed away. Because of that and because of the contract on my head, I was sneaking in through the back way, or the back back way. I knew the employees had no idea about this entrance. When I rounded into the basement, I waited, hearing voices coming from somewhere, pulling the door so only an inch was still open, enough where I could hear and they couldn’t see me.
It was a secret door.
“. . . did he say? We’re not supposed to be down here.” A girl was saying, hushed, but a breathless excitement in her voice.
“Why not? This place is awesome.”
That was a guy with her.
I didn’t recognize either of them.
The girl shuddered. “It’s a total sex dungeon feel down here.”
“Fuck yeah. That’d be awesome if Worthing turned this into that type of club. I bet his dumbass sons would be down for that.”
“Oh. Ew. Don’t mention either of them when we’re down here to do this.” The girl snorted, then moaned. “We need to hurry, Rad.”
“What do you think I’m doing here? Do me a favor and shut up.”
She giggled before it ended in a sigh, a moan quickly following. “You’re so good at that.”
“Hmmm mmmm, babe.”
After that, sounds of groaning, moaning, and thumping went on for another five minutes before he groaned. He cursed, out of breath as she made some sort of hiccupping sound.
I fought against rolling my eyes. A hundred bucks she faked it.
“God, babe. That was amazing.”
Another wispy giggle from her. “I know. You’re going to call me after this, right?”
“What? Yeah. Sure. We gotta get out of here. We’re not supposed to be down here.”
Their voices were loud, passing. Footsteps sounded going up the stairs.
She replied, but I couldn’t catch it. Small blessings.
Their voices drifted, but I could hear him. “He’s not going to be happy, but this place could—” A door opened. The sounds of the club grew loud, then were muffled as the door must’ve closed.
I slipped out.
They’d left the lights on. I figured that’d get caught so I needed to move fast.
A second later, the door burst open.
I got to the room just beyond the stairway when heavy footsteps pounded down the stairs. “Jesus Christ, what did they d—” He got to the bottom when I moved in behind him, my gun pressed to his neck.
He froze.
I warned, “Don’t move.”
His hands went up, his entire body tense. At my words, he looked back. “Jake?”
It was Crispin Worthing. Overall douchebag. Meathead. Muscle-builder type that oozed sliminess. I detested him and his brother. Crispin and Penn. They were also my cousins.
Justin had been the fucking happy social butterfly golden boy. He spent time with them, but that’d been just who he was. He was good, and because he was so good, sometimes he only saw the good in others. I never knew why he bothered. I didn’t think there was any good in this dumbass or his brother. What Justin didn’t know, but I did, was that these two were enforcers for their father. He sent them out to intimidate, beat up, or execute who he said on his orders.
I shoved him forward, barking, “Move.”
“What?”
I raised the gun to his head. “I said move.”
His eyes were wide, staring at me with confusion before he began walking. “What are you doing, man? You have something to talk to the family about? You’re the head—”
“Shut the fuck up.” I shoved him forward.
“Hey, man. You don’t have—” He’d edged farther into the room, but his entire body tightened dramatically as a calculating expression came over his face.
He was going to try something so I reacted first, kicking him out from the back of his knees. “You never did learn how to fight someone who could fight back, did you, Crispin?”