Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“What’s wrong?” Adrenaline pulses in my veins. Did that motherfucker hurt her? Doesn’t matter what last name he carries; he’ll be put to ground.
“Nothing. What do you want?” Irritation wraps around her words, and I don’t like it aimed at me one fucking bit.
“You acted like you were in pain. Did he do something to you?”
She rolls her eyes, sucking in a big breath that makes her tits swell. “Don’t act like a meathead, Cutter. You’re not my man, remember?”
Like I can forget.
“You’re still one of us and Callan’s little sister.” I attempt to act nonchalant, but she can read the fury in my eyes. It matches her own.
“So you keep pointing out.”
“Tell me why you winced,” I ask, ignoring the barb.
“Tell me why you care?” Her eyes widen, jaw firm.
“Don’t do that,” I sneer, showing my teeth.
“Do what?”
“Be bratty. It doesn’t suit you.” Damn, she has a fire that draws me to it like a moth.
“Fuck you,” she spits out, spinning on her heel to make a break for it.
Grabbing her arm, I halt her movements and growl, “Do you know who you brought here?” Kitty is a force, more mature than her years and not afraid to be herself, but she’s also a little naive to think she could bring whoever the fuck she wants into the club. All non-member men inevitably get challenged by a brother if they’re brave enough to enter these doors.
“Nicolas?” She jabs a thumb over her shoulder, her brow dipping low.
“Nicolas Carnell, Kitty.” I punch out her name like it’s a dirty word.
“So what?” Blonde strands of hair rustle around her face with a shake of her head. She really is clueless as to why that would be an issue.
“Michael has men out looking for him. He’s off the rails and a liability. He can’t be here, Kit.” I’m practically standing over her, boxing her in. Her fat, pouty lips beg to be kissed as she swipes her tongue out to wet them.
Tease.
“I’ll keep an eye on him.”
“You shouldn’t have brought him in the first place. What the hell are you doing with the likes of him anyway?” She smells like dessert, sweet and sinful.
“I met him at a card game and wanted some company.” Attempting to back up, her ass hits the wall.
“To punish me?” So close, so fucking close, I can taste her on my tongue.
“What?” The word comes out breathy. Her eyes roam my face, landing on my mouth.
“You’re with him to punish me,” I repeat.
That snaps her out of the spell she succumbed to. “Get over yourself. I’m not that pathetic, and I’m not with him in the way you’re insinuating.” She shoves at my chest, and I chuckle, stepping back as Green lumbers into the hall, holding out his hand, clutching it at the wrist. Blood tracks a line down his finger and drips to the floor.
“Where’s Di?”
“She’ll be up your ass with a mop if you don’t stop pissing blood on her floor.” Releasing an exasperated breath, I jab a finger down the hall and Green hurries in that direction. I don’t have a clue where Di is, but his interruption makes me realize how reckless we’re being discussing this shit in the hallway. Moving around Kit, I peer back into the bar.
Nicolas is nursing a beer at the end of the bar and luckily no one is paying attention to him. The brothers are too busy getting wasted, fucking, or both.
I take a hard look at the kid. He’s changed so much since I last saw him, but that was almost three years ago.
There are no similarities between him and his brother. Michael is always well put together, not a hair out of place, not so much as a piece of lint on the designer shit he wears. Not this motherfucker, though. His white shirt is covered in drink spills, his slacks gaping on the toothpicks he calls legs. The kid looks like he hasn’t eaten in months. He’s nothing but skin and bone, with gaunt cheeks and protruding collarbones. If Kitty told me he was a homeless person someone took pity on, I’d half believe it.
I don’t know why the Carnells are worried about being seen around the Kings when their own is out here high as a kite and starving to death, trying to rub his cock on women who don’t belong to him.
“I’ll get him out of here if it’s a problem,” Kitty says, sidling up to my side, following my line of sight to Nicolas. She’s leaving this place with him over my dead body.
“No, it’s fine. Go find your brother. He’ll want a word with you about this.”
“Did you tattle to Callan?” Her tone is a mix of disbelief and disgust.
“He was the one who fucking spotted the Carnell kid. Don’t blame me for your stupid decisions.” I glare down at her.