Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
He’s a vile, sick piece of shit. I hate him.
Once he finishes, he abruptly pulls out of me. Then I hear the shower running before the door closes. I’m left sobbing, trembling, and with his cum running down my thighs all while being bound to his bed.
You’re here for Kaitlyn.
Two more days.
I can make it.
Caius
I think we got off on the wrong foot. These men aren’t like the slippery elites I’m used to dealing with in my circle. They’re dangerous, yes. Psychotic, too. However, they’re smart and actually want to purge the world of evil rather than be part of it.
Once Koyn realized I’m more than a pretty face, he dropped his intimidating guard and slipped into CEO mode. I’m itching to discover who he really is because I think there’s more to this biker prez than meets the eye.
We spent the rest of the day yesterday going over everything I know about my father, Huxley, and Gideon. I also spilled the beans on any of their associates. What I didn’t know, I was able to easily find out as long as I had my laptop. Bermuda and Koyn both seemed to be the most impressed with my programming knowledge.
Today, we’ve got a new agenda.
LuLu.
In this meeting, she sits beside me, small and out of place in a room full of bikers. Since no one is leering at her, and she isn’t putting off any fearful vibes, I’m able to relax. I’m proud of how brave she is.
“You okay?” I ask, leaning in close. “If you’re uncomfortable—”
“I’m fine. Just ready to find them.”
The guilt that eats me alive when it comes to this girl is ever present.
Koyn lets out a whistle to silence everyone talking and then looks over at LuLu. “So based on what you told my wife, your full name is Lucy Mei Gao, and you’re from the outskirts of Los Angeles, California?”
She nods.
“And these are your parents?” He turns the laptop so she can see it.
The usually stoic girl bursts into tears. I’m tempted to scoop her up and run her out of the room, but she grabs the computer, pulling it close to her. My heart breaks in two as she touches the screen as if they might be able to come through it.
“They probably think I’m dead,” she chokes out.
“Copper,” Koyn says to the guy I’ve recently learned is his brother and the father of Nees. “Grab Stormy and you two make some calls. Get her parents on the next plane to Tulsa.”
“On it.”
Everything seems to be speeding up before my eyes. LuLu will be with her parents soon. It’s what she wants—what I want for her—but it doesn’t hurt any less. I feel overly protective of her. Up until recently, I thought of her as my sister. Knowing she’ll be leaving my care makes my gut twist painfully.
Koyn’s wife peeks her head into the conference room. “LuLu? You okay?”
She nods, swiping at her wet cheeks. “Yes.”
“Want to go for a swim?”
LuLu looks at me as if to ask permission. I give her a dip of my head in agreement. Relieved, she bolts from the conference room.
“You sure he’s not like her pimp or something?” Dragon asks, cocking his head to the side. “I could cut his dick off. Just say the word, Prez.”
I groan in annoyance. “I’m not her handler. And what’s your fascination with my dick?”
Koyn smirks as he reaches over to take his laptop back. “Enough. We’re moving on to the next line of business.”
“Romy?”
When he nods, I’m overwhelmed with relief. I’m desperate to find her, though I have no clue where to even start.
“Let’s start with when you saw her last,” Koyn says, eyes narrowing. “We can go from there.”
We spend the next half hour with me detailing out the trip to New York, the hotel stay, the trickery of my father and Gideon, and then how I ended up back in that facility. It’s then I learned my beloved Calista I’d been searching for was nothing more than the name of Romy’s doll. I’d gotten it all jumbled up wrong in my head. The last I saw of Romy was that morning before I was lured away from the hotel.
“Is it possible she’s back home with her parents?” Filter asks. “Maybe she broke it off with you and you don’t remember. Your memories are hardly reliable.”
I don’t like this fucker, but I play nice.
“She didn’t break it off with me. She was taken from me.”
“My daughter is troubled. Her mother had mental problems and it’s clear she inherited them from her. It’s in your best interest to distance yourself from the girl. We’ll get her the help she needs. You can go back to your normal life. I’m sorry she’s caused such mayhem.”
I jerk at a memory of what Gideon said to me. He’d talked about her mental health and getting her the help she needs. And when I was at the facility, they showed me video footage of the two of us seeing each other the day when I got it all confused. It’s possible she was there with me six months ago.