Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Snake stalks out, interrupting whatever I might have said, and Axle runs in behind him with Dash on his heels.
“Shit. What’s happened now?” Drex asks while releasing me and moving toward them.”
Snake glares at Drex before walking straight toward him with long, determined strides, and I let out an embarrassing squeal when his fist collides with Drex’s jaw hard enough for it to jerk his head to the right.
“Fuck!” Drex roars, grabbing his jaw while looking at the very furious man in front of us. “What the hell, Snake?”
Snake looks like a model playing a bad boy part, but he’s not playing. He’s just GQ sexy with ink, and it makes you forget he’s also lethal.
“If it was you, Drex, how would you fucking feel?” Snake barks.
Drex’s gaze goes from confused to understanding in a second as his eyes flick to me then back to Snake. He straightens, and Snake steps back, preparing for a fight.
“I’d feel like I deserved two free shots,” Drex sighs. “For the record, it was just a show. I never actually—”
His words end on a heavy grunt as he spins and stumbles, reacting to the second shot Snake just delivered. Snake shakes out his hand like it’s throbbing, and he turns and walks away. He pauses and turns back when he reaches the door.
“She doesn’t get near us again, or I’m fucking gone. No one here fucking touches her, or I’m gone and they’re dead. Got it?”
Drex nods, not arguing for once. Then again, Snake just did what I wanted to do a few minutes ago.
He turns and walks toward the door again, flipping Dash off as he passes.
“And stop calling me Snake. Always hated that fucking name,” he calls over his shoulder as he disappears through the doorway.
Axle and Dash stand there awkwardly staring, but Dash looks like a child trying not to laugh at a friend who just scolded by a teacher or something. Drex scowls at Axle while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Could have warned me that shit was coming.”
“He’s a fast fucker,” Axle says unapologetically, his lips twitching.
All of his scars on his face once scared me, but now I’ve gotten used to them. He doesn’t intimidate me anymore. Well, not so long as he doesn’t want to kill me, that is.
“So we have to call him Jude now?” Dash asks, still fighting a smile. “That just sounds weird.”
Drex wipes his mouth again. “Pop started calling him Snake because of all his ink. I never knew he didn’t like it. Fuck, my jaw hurts. Bastard hit the same spot twice.”
“Shouldn’t have given him a second free shot,” Dash points out, keeping a straight face even as his eyes dance with amusement.
“At least he’s not silently brooding now. But we should keep an eye on him. It’s not like him to take swings. He’s usually the peacekeeper,” Axle says before ducking out.
Drex turns back to me and tugs me to him, inspecting my face like I was the one who just got hit. His jaw is red and swelling, but I wince when he touches a place on my cheek.
“Looks like we both need some ice,” he grumbles. “Wish I’d shot that fucker more than once now.”
Obviously he’s talking about my uncle.
His eyes meet mine, and he sighs as though he’s exhausted. I think we both are.
“Back to the conversation that was interrupted… I’d never fuck around on you, Eve. I love you too.”
I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear those words until this moment, but he almost loses his balance when I launch myself in his arms. He gives me an amused groan when I start kissing his neck, and he lifts me until my legs wrap around his waist.
“Guess I should have led with that, huh?” he asks dryly, but I can feel his smile before I press my lips to his.
His smile dies, and his grip on me tightens as he starts walking out, holding me to him like he can’t bring me close enough. I really have changed.
Today I requested the death of my uncle—my father’s killer. My boyfriend carried out the death sentence as a gift to me. Now I’m kissing him like I can’t get enough because he just told me he loves me.
I’m so fucked up, but I don’t care.
Whistles ring out as well as cheers, but Drex keeps walking and devouring me as he carries me up the stairs. People look out for me now instead of taunting me. They treat me like one of them. Times have changed drastically in a short period.
My back hits the door briefly before it swings open, and Drex growls in my mouth when I shift and press even closer.
The second I hear the door shut, Drex tosses me to the bed, stealing my breath, and he rips his shirt over his head.