Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“Enough,” I growl, glaring at Killian. The fact that he’s the first one to have his balls in the palm of his hands over this chick isn’t surprising. “I don’t want her in my space any more than any of you, only for obviously different reasons.”
Keaton shakes his head, his fingers diving into his thick mane. “Why didn’t Delila put her in Midnight? They could do with another.”
“Because Midnight has Rose, and Dove is too advanced for them,” I answer fluidly, needing either a joint or a glass of something strong to take the edge off.
I kick off my bed and make my way to the front of the RV where Justice is sitting in the driver’s seat. “Why are you on the chair already? We don’t leave until tomorrow.” Justice is our driver, and when we’re on the road, he bunks with us. Our RV is the biggest one out of the Mayhem family, so he fits into our dynamic easily. He’s older than the rest of us, hovering in his late thirties. There have been rumors going around about him and Delila for years, but he denies it all. I’m not a dumb motherfucker, though. I can smell the pussy on him some nights when he rolls into bed.
We have four bedrooms in here with a small fifth should we need it. And by fifth, I mean it’s the room at the very back of the RV with nothing but a bed inside and a curtain to keep it separated from the rest of the RV—which is where Justice sleeps.
“Didn’t you hear?” Justice teases boldly.
“Why the fuck are you smirking?” I narrow my eyes at him. Just as he opens his mouth, there’s a loud knock on the door.
I’m still glaring at him as I back up and pull it open. “What?” I snap, finally dragging my venomous glare away from Justice and to—“What the fuck do you want now?”
Dove flinches. If I were a better man, I would feel a little guilty about it, but I’m not. I’m not even in the vicinity of a better man, and aside from that, why does she always look so broken? You fucking know why.
“Sorry,” she murmurs, licking her lips. “Ah… I have to—” Her voice drifts into the background as I take in what’s in her hands. A small suitcase.
Justice chuckles from behind me, squeezing my shoulder. “Good luck. You’re going to need it.”
I watch as Justice disappears into the distance with his bags before I bring my eyes back to Dove. “You’re fucking kidding me.” I slam the door wide open and step aside to let her in.
She takes the steps up, and when her feet land on the final one, I tower over her and lean into her ear as she passes. “Well, well, well, look who’s going to be sleeping with monsters.”
She pulls away from me just as Killian walks his overconfident ass down the stairs that lead to our rooms and bathrooms. “Hey!” He smiles at her, his arrogant face lighting up when he spots her.
She ignores him, turning to me. If I gave a fuck, I’d be a smug bastard over that, but I don’t. My fucks are with my last nerves.
I point to the back of the RV. “Your room is down at the end. Bathroom is to the right, and the kitchen is to the left. Seating is here, and there’s a bar, but that’s upstairs—where you are not welcome.”
She nods. “Sure.” Then she turns her back on me and makes her way to the back. I tilt my head, watching her ass sway as she walks, then I notice the fucking iPhone she has shoved into the back pocket of her jeans. Fucking Delila. She obviously feels a certain way about Dove. That much I picked up. Delila doesn’t feel a way about anyone unless it’s hate.
Once Dove is out of earshot, Killian turns to me. “Try not to be too much of an asshole. Remember all the shit we put her through on The Cannon.”
“Be good for you to remember your fucking place before you start barking orders at me, Kill. I’m not in the mood for your dick tricks.” I shove past him and head straight for the door. I need to fucking talk to Delila and see what the fuck it is she’s thinking.
I make my way to Midnight’s RV—almost as big as ours, just with more glitter. I’m almost certain she was heading here after dropping her bomb.
I yank open the door and step inside, instantly engulfed in the rich scent of strong ass perfumes. Think I’d be used to this shit by now, but I’m fucking not.
“King! Hey!” Val purrs, pushing off the white sofa and taking the next few steps toward me.
I whack her hand out of the way. “Where’s Delila? She in here?”