Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I would never get tired of kissing him.
"Paul, what are they doing?" Luc asked, making me and Trevor pull apart. I was blushing red to the roots of my hair, and Trevor was laughing softly—whether at Luc’s question or my blush, I wasn’t sure.
I couldn't help but smile at Lucas, though. He looked so curious, obviously not used to seeing two people be affectionate.
It was heartbreaking.
"They're kissing each other," Paul informed him, ruffling his hair. Lucas scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion at Paul’s explanation.
"Kissing?" Lucas asked, his confusion clouding his question.
"Yeah, kiddo," Trevor said, turning Lucas's attention to him. Trevor turned to look at me, his hand coming up to caress my cheek, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip, making me close my eyes at his touch as my lips parted softly on a soft sigh. "I kiss Trace because I love her."
My heart swelled in my chest. I opened my eyes to meet Trevor's. He was smiling down at me softly, his eyes radiating love, adoration, and warmth for me. This man was so fucking amazing that it honestly blew my mind.
I also didn't miss how he called me Trace for his brother.
This guy sitting beside me could not be any more perfect.
Lucas muttered an 'oh' before leaning up on his knees to grab the instructions that came with the race track, obviously not caring about what kissing was anymore. "Trace, can we put my race track together now?"
I nodded, giving him a bigger smile than I normally did, and I knew it was because Trevor’s words had affected me. He had a habit of doing that.
I scooted forward to sit next to him as we read the instructions together. I helped him read the words he didn't completely understand, and while we were working on the racetrack together, I realized just how smart this kid was.
He was basically an exact replica of his older brother.
Once we had the track put together, Glenda called everyone into the dining room for lunch. Trevor stopped me when I went to follow Lucas into the kitchen. I turned around, looking up at him. A grim look tensed his features, and he clutched his phone tightly in his hand. My stomach twisted uneasily, and my body tensed.
"Gabriel got back in touch with me," Trevor informed me quietly.
The breath was knocked from my lungs. The color drained from my face. I was going to be sick.
Trevor squeezed my hand gently in his own. "He got out on bail. One of his friends posted it. Your mother is still very much locked up behind bars, but unfortunately, he's out. He'll be out until his court date on the thirtieth of this month."
That was two weeks from now. Two weeks he could find me and hurt me. I swallowed down nausea.
"He can skip his court date, Tracey," Trevor informed me as if I didn’t realize that already.
My throat closed up, and my stomach began churning uncontrollably. I felt like I was either going to pass out or be sick. "If he skips his court date, there will be a warrant out for his arrest, but until he's back in prison, you're in danger,” Trevor finally stated, bringing to life the elephant in the room.
Bile rose in the back of my throat. Tears made my vision blurry. I covered my mouth, running toward his bathroom. I fell to my knees in front of the toilet, emptying my stomach as tears ran down my face.
Two steps forward—a thousand steps back.
Trevor held my hair back for me until I was finished throwing up. He flushed the toilet for me afterward, and I collapsed back into his chest. Sobs wracked my chest, making it hard to breathe. He wrapped his arms around me, rocking me gently on his lap, whispering comforting words in my ears. "Tracey, he will never get his hands on you again. I swear on my fucking life, I will kill him with my bare hands before he ever touches you.”
I clutched his shirt in my hands, my tears soaking his shirt. I wanted to believe Trevor so badly, but I just couldn't find comfort in his words. Not while he was out on bail. Not when he could so easily take me back into that hell.
All I could picture was him finding me. I could only picture the pain he would inflict upon me when he finally got his hands on me.
"Don't let him hurt me,” I sobbed. I struggled to push back the flashbacks, the painful memories.
Trevor gripped my face in his hands, his eyes meeting mine. "Baby, don't you go to that part of your mind. I'm right here, okay? Look at me,” he ordered right when I felt myself losing focus. I forced my eyes to lock on his. "He will never fucking hurt you again."