Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
I lick my top lip. “You’ll love her even more after you’ve had a taste.”
She aims again, so we both sidestep and hide behind the pillar until she finishes shooting her rounds. When it’s gone quiet, Milo pulls out his knife and jumps down the banister, sticking the knife into the thick curtains to the side to slide down, cutting through the fabric when he gets to the floor.
“Well, hello there, Lana …” Milo muses.
I watch from above, curious about what he’s going to do.
“Was it you after all?” she asks, pointing her gun at him like it will do anything. “Did you give me a fake phone number?”
He tilts his head. “Does it matter what I say?”
“You know my fucking name,” she growls. “So no.”
She pulls the trigger, but the bullets are all gone.
Guess she forgot to keep count.
Lucky for her, we didn’t.
She throws the gun aside and approaches him. “Guess I’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way.”
Lana
I spin around and kick him in the face, but he narrowly avoids my kick. I’m lightning quick, with barely split seconds between Milo and me moving away from each other. But I just can’t seem to fucking hit him, and fuck me, it’s annoying the hell out of me.
“Stand. Still. Worm,” I growl.
He suddenly grips my ankle, twisting me midair.
I drop to the floor with a thud, groaning from the air leaving my lungs.
“I love it when you call me names,” he says, leaning over me. “Really gets me going.”
That fucker … even now, he’s turned on?
I flip over and punch him in the face, and he takes it with a smile. “Fuck, you hit so good.”
“What is wrong with you?”
I try to kick him, but he sits on top of me and plants both hands on my wrists. “What can I say?” His upside-down cross earring dangles, catching my attention. “I’m a sucker for pain.”
I look down at his pants, which definitely have a bulge. Right on top of me.
Fuck.
He’s getting hard?
“Admit you sent the text!” I growl at him.
“How would you know it was me? It could be anyone here,” he replies, leaning in too close for comfort.
“You’re the only one stalking my friends,” I retort.
“The only one?” His brow rises. “You sound so sure, yet …”
My eyes widen.
Someone else from the Phantom Society has been chatting with Irina and Brooke?
Fuck. They’ve been working together. Of course they have.
“Who is it, then?” I growl. “Tell me!”
I fight against his grip, but even with his lanky frame, he’s too strong for me.
His length hides more power than I imagined. I guess I really misjudged his physique.
“Hmm … I could tell you … or you could figure it out by yourself,” he muses.
He flips me over with ease.
He’s on top of me now, my arms pinned to my back, and for the life of me, I can’t fight him off.
“Is it that fucker up there?” I ask, lifting my head so I can look at the guy with the one green eye. The gnarly scar running from his eyebrow to the bottom of his cheek makes all the hairs on my neck stand up. He has those same eyes that I saw before at the party, one white underneath his scar, the other sparkling green as they bore a hole into my chest.
Is that him?
Or is it one of the guards I just pummeled to the floor?
Fuck, it could be anyone here. Felix warned me all of these Phantoms are evil.
“Pull her up,” the guy at the top of the stairs says as he waltzes down the steps.
Milo rips off his tie and makes a knot with his teeth, then wraps it around my wrists, sealing them tightly.
“That won’t stop me,” I growl.
“No …” He inches down, sliding across my body with his hard-on as he rips out his belt, and I turn my head to watch while he loops it through the holes slowly, eyes on mine like he enjoys it when I watch. For a second, I almost think he’s going to pull down his zipper, but then he turns around and tightly wraps the belt around my ankles, preventing me from using them.
“But this will.”
“Get off me,” I growl.
“Of course, my queen,” he muses as he gets up, only to hoist me up too, holding my arms so I can’t go anywhere.
I struggle against him and spin around, but then I come face-to-face with the guy with the scar.
He stares me down, tongue dipping out to wet his lips while his eyes sweep over my body, lingering on my peaked nipples before his gaze settles back on my eyes again.
“Bring her to the chapter room.”
That voice…
Milo drags me away before I can even react, and I can’t fight him off, despite trying my best to get rid of these binds. “I’m gonna fucking kill you, you know that, right?”