Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Sometimes I swear to fuck he can hear what I’m thinking. What if he can hear now? How many fingers am I holding up?
I discreetly cut my eyes to see him casually holding three fingers out from the way he grips the steering wheel. I’m ignoring that completely.
He probably can hear me but is choosing to pretend not to. Would certainly explain why he went off on Finnick. If I heard what was in that idiot’s head, I’m sure I’d want to kick his ass. Knowing how he feels, without words, is bad enough.
I nearly mutter, “Ain’t that the truth?” but manage to bite my tongue. Moments later, Judd pulls into a parking space beside the sheriff’s Tahoe. I fly out of the vehicle, nearly running into the building to get my hands on Remy.
“Where are they?” I demand as soon as my gaze collides with Jax.
He gestures for me to follow him down the room to a small jail cell. Inside, Remy is passed out, head in Cash’s lap. Cash, though, watches me with unnerving clarity. It sends a chill skittering down my spine. His green eyes sear into mine as he runs his fingers through Remy’s hair, challenge glinting in them.
Despite what Jax warned, I’m most definitely going to rip his other arm off.
Jax’s keys jangle as he unlocks the cell. I’m seconds from yanking the door off its hinges and pouncing on Cash, but Judd appears behind me, grabbing the back of my coat to keep me from doing just that.
“Take Cash to the car,” I bite out. “I’ll deal with Remy.”
Jax sidesteps, allowing me to precede him into the cell. I want to pluck Remy away from Cash, but I manage to keep a handle on my rage. Cash laughs, the sound grating on me, before easing Remy’s head out of his lap to stand on unsteady feet.
“Up,” I bellow, making Remy startle awake.
Cash shoots me a nasty glare that I ignore. Judd leads him down the hall and Jax follows. Once Remy and I are alone, I cross my arms over my chest and take in the drunk idiot in front of me. He sways, and his eyes are hooded, a smirk on his lips.
“You’re in a lot of shit right now,” I grind out, unable to keep my temper in check. “A lot of shit.”
He shrugs.
Just fucking shrugs.
Who is this guy and where the hell did he put my Remy?
Not yours, he signs, fury lighting up his brown eyes.
Did he hear my thoughts like I can hear the others? I’ll file that away for later. Right now, I need to get his drunk ass home.
I was going to get my dick sucked, he signs, sneering at me. But looks like you ruined that.
“Let’s go,” I bark out, turning my back on him so I don’t kill him.
He shoves me hard, and I stumble out of the cell before whipping around to face him. His hands are wildly gesturing his words.
Maybe you should kill me. Maybe you should have let me die. This is no life for anyone, Cy. I’m trapped. You suffocate me.
The fucker can hear me.
“There is no life, you and I both in it, where I would ever willingly let you die.” I poke my chest and then poke his, sending him back a couple of steps. “You’re…mine.”
I had no choice, he signs back. His jaw clenches, and he grimaces as though in pain. I’m not happy. I don’t think I ever have been.
His words cut deep, carving out my fucking heart. A gasp expels from my lungs, and I clutch my chest in pain. So palpable and real. The bond ripples with worried waves from the others, but I send back reassurance, so they’ll back off while I sort out this shit with Remy. Slowly, I approach him, searching his eyes for lies.
He believes it to be true.
Remy’s not happy because of me.
Seconds tick by. I’m dying a silent death while he quickly loses himself to emotion. His brown eyes water, and his nostrils flare. The way he bites on his bottom lip has my heart thudding to life inside my chest. I take a small step toward him, and he lifts his chin. Tears cling to the lids, refusing to fall.
Cash’s scent, mixed with others and alcohol, emanates from him. My wolf inhales Remy’s unique, earthy smell beneath it all. I step closer, forcing him to completely tilt his head up to see me. So close, I notice his long, dark lashes as they bat away the tears. I’m unable to keep from caressing his jaw with my palm, my thumb swiping at the wetness on his cheek.
So beautiful.
His brows lift as though he’s shocked I would think such a thing about him. Maybe it’s inappropriate, but I don’t fucking care.