Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
“Play nice, Ghost-boy. You came to me, remember?”
“Why are you calling him Ghost-boy?” Aspen shivers. “It freaks me out.”
“He’s got white hair,” Apollo says, shrugging. “Moves like he’s invisible too.”
“I don’t want to be seen,” I reply. “Not by someone like you anyway.”
“Too late for that.” Those intense eyes of his bore into mine again. “Because I’ve most definitely already seen everything I need to know about you.”
I can’t stop staring, and neither does he. Suddenly, he rips down my pants, leaving only my boxers, which apparently don’t fucking help much against his hungered glare.
Goddammit.
“Let’s go somewhere else,” I growl, as I attempt to get up.
But Apollo’s strong grip on my leg keeps me in place.
“Stay.”
CHAPTER 40
Grey
The demanding glare makes me swallow.
He slides his hand up my leg, my thigh, meticulously inspecting the wound. “This is going to be painful.”
“I can take it,” I reply.
“Oh, can you? I bet you can take a whole lot more then …” He raises a brow, as he grabs a tool from his first-aid kit and immediately digs into my flesh.
I groan in pain, and Aspen grabs my hand, letting me squeeze it out as Apollo pulls out the bullet.
“There you are, you little fucker,” he says, discarding it onto the floor.
Then he grabs some disinfectant and wipes off the hole in my body, cleaning it all up, before he begins the suturing.
“Are you sure this’ll be good enough?” Aspen asks.
“It won’t be pretty, but it’ll do,” Apollo responds. “By the time it’s healed, you’ll get to flaunt this gnarly scar.”
“I don’t want to flaunt anything,” I reply, still mad at him.
“No? Because you’ve sure been flaunting her around,” he retorts.
Aspen rolls her eyes, but it only makes him snort. He finishes the suturing with a tight knot and cuts off the remaining thread, all while throwing maddening glances that throw me off.
What is his fucking problem?
Why can’t he stop looking at me like that?
And why do I find it so hard to look away too?
“So are you two going to tell me who shot him, or do I have to force it out of you?”
“What? Why?” Aspen mutters.
“Because you came to me for help, and I’m a curious son of a bitch. What else do you want me to say?” He snorts. “I won’t tell anyone, promise.”
“Yeah, well, your promises don’t mean much after you helped Levi,” she says.
He puts his stuff back into his kit and says, “I did that because you didn’t honor our agreement.” He grabs the kit and stands up, tall, menacing, towering over both of us with ease. “I wanted you both. Here.”
I gulp as he steps away to place the kit back in its place.
“Fine. We killed a Bonesman,” I say, hoping it’ll be enough.
But he glances at me over his shoulder with such intrigue on his face that I nearly regret telling him. “We?”
His eyes settle on Aspen, who folds her arms as he approaches her.
“You killed someone?” He grabs her chin and inspects her, so she slaps his hand away. “I’m impressed, Freckles.”
“You don’t want to know why?” I ask.
“No. Should I?” he retorts.
“It’s none of his business,” she says.
“You made it my business when you came in here asking for my help.” He folds his arms too, mimicking her. “And I fulfilled my end of this agreement.” The smirk that follows is insufferable. “Now it’s your turn.”
She tilts her head. “Fine. What do you want? Money? My pussy?”
I admit, the thought of her sacrificing herself, her body, to save me is such a fucking turn-on that my bulge just twitched. But she’s been so good to me, and I don’t want to mess up what we have. Not when I was already this close to losing her.
“My father owns several casinos. I have all the money in the world, Freckles … why would I ever desire yours when you have something far more valuable to offer me?” He steps closer to her, taunting her, and the sight makes me lean in to have a closer look.
He curls a strand of her red hair around his finger. “You have something I desire more than anything, something no amount of money could ever buy.”
He wants her. Desperately.
The way she looks up at him has me foaming at the mouth.
Why does it feel so fucking good to watch them do something so very, very wrong?
“What I want is a kiss.”
“A kiss? That’s it?” she mutters, confused.
“That’s it.”
That can’t be it. He wanted her submission last time. Why would he settle for just a kiss?
“Are you going to commit this time? Or are you going to bail out on the agreement again and leave me high and dry?” His eyes narrow. “Because I think you know by now the cost is going to be high.”
She swallows and briefly glances at me. I nod, and she steps closer to him.