Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“Holy shit, it’s Ace of Spades. Sorry, brother.” The Hawaiian shirt, tan-faced douche tries to back pedal, but all I can think is he touched what’s mine.
Courtney is mine.
Rage fills me as I move toward them, and they both hold up their hands like I have a gun pointed in their direction.
“Dude, it was an accident.”
“Ammo, stop it, I’m fine.” Courtney pulls at my hand as I move her behind me, then push the dick again.
“You touched her,” I spit out, barely registering that numerous hands are on me pulling me back.
“Take a breath, brother.” Granger stands in front of me, his hand on my chest, as Ace and another guy in a suit hold me back.
“You.” Granger points at the Hawaiian shirt guy and his friend. “Get them out of here.”
“The fuck, Granger? You know what, hell with you guys, fucking Stuffed Pussies” The Hawaiian shirt screams as Ace’s team escorts them out.
Granger turns to me, his eyes lasered on mine as I jerk my arms free from Ace, and turn for Courtney, ignoring them both as I go to her.
“You okay?” Lifting her chin, not caring if everyone is staring at us.
“I’m fine…are you okay?” Her breath stutters and her golden eyes find mine as I drown in a glittering pool of honey, and all I can think on repeat is she’s mine.
Mine.
My thumb caresses her lips, “He touched you.” Like that explains everything.
“Dude, you haven’t been here five minutes and we’re already getting sued…good thing Powers is here,” Granger interrupts my sphere—the sphere that’s just me and Courtney.
“Who?” Not taking my eyes off her.
“Powers, Jett, our attorney… Get it together, man.” Granger moves his stupid smiling face in between us.
“Hi. I’m Rhys.” He holds out his tattooed hand to her. “Apparently I need to introduce myself.” He grins and I’m seconds away from gut punching him. Unfortunately, he’d like it.
“I’m Courtney.” She laughs and shakes it, and I don’t like that, at all. Visions of me beating Granger’s handsome face into a bloody pulp floats around.
“You cool now?” Ace grumbles, bringing me out of my violent thoughts, because If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was jealous.
“I’m fine. Just keep the assholes away,” I tell him and he frowns at me.
“Ace, It’s all good. I’m just not in the—” Gia interrupts me as she throws her arms around my neck, completely invading my space and diffusing all the tension.
“Oh my God, Ammo. Look at you making a scene, while my sweet husband is being such a good boy.” And I can’t help but snort, because how many times has this situation been reversed?
She laughs at both our expressions as Granger pulls her out of my arms and into his as she squeals. I shake my head at them because Rhys hit the jackpot with Gia.
She just might be one of my favorite people. She’s not only got balls, but she somehow managed to tame Granger. To be honest, had Gia not put her foot down about Rhys always working and touring. I’d never have been available to produce Courtney’s record. She’s also the baby sister of my archenemy, so there’s that too.
“Gia…” Turning to introduce her to Courtney, she stops me, already giving Courtney a big hug.
“You look fabulous,” she gushes.
“Liar, you’re the gorgeous one.” Courtney sways back and forth with her.
“Guess you two know each other?” Now I’m aggravated all over again that Courtney didn’t mention it. As I glare, looking over their heads, daring anyone to look at her or me the wrong way.
“I want that dress.” Gia’s words make my eyes go back to them as I finally notice her dress. It’s some kind of black see-through material. Jesus Christ, in this light I can easily see her black bra and black panties, which let’s be honest, are not much.
“You need to calm your shit, brother,” Granger demands, standing next to me, arms crossed, the signature smirk on his face.
I cock my head at him. “Don’t.” My voice is full of warning as he stands there, almost gloating.
“Fucking pussy takes even the strongest down.” Ace shakes his head at me as if he really feels bad…then leaves before I can correct him. He’s not wrong, though.
“Marshall?” Gia pats my chest like I’m some sort of beast that needs to be sedated.
“I need to borrow Courtney. Behave yourself. Do a shot or something.” Her voice is loud and slow, as if making sure I understand English…fucking Gia.
“Rhys, help him…” She shakes her head, taking Courtney’s hand as I snarl.
“Is that dress see-through?” I snarl at Courtney who shoots me a saucy stare, my eyes traveling down to her ass as they pass.
“So, you and Courtney, huh?” Granger moves in front of me as I cock my head to see around him. Is Gia taking her over to meet fucking Axel and his wife?