Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Do I not get a choice?” I asked Linc, grinding my teeth.
“No.”
Fine. Fucking FINE!
“I’ll have Jayda get her a shirt,” Linc said.
I glanced back at him as he held his cell to his ear. I waited until he told Jayda to meet us at the door with a shirt before saying anything to Bay.
“Get up,” I ordered once he ended the call and started for the door.
“What—where are you taking me?” she asked.
Grabbing the handle, I jerked the door open with more force than was required. “You heard him, Snow. You’re going to my place. Whether we like it or not.”
Eighteen
Bay
The other man turned his back and walked over to the bar to get himself another drink. I stared at him, then back at Hale, who was holding open the door and waiting on me with a furious expression. I did not want to go anywhere with him. But it didn’t seem like I got a choice in the matter.
He didn’t want me going with him either, yet he was obeying this man, which I found odd. He didn’t have a boss if he owned a distillery. Right?
Standing up slowly, I considered begging this man to let me go home.
“Look, Snow, I got shit to do. I don’t have time for this. He’s not going to change his mind. Let’s go,” Hale barked.
The other man didn’t even glance back when he replied, “Better listen to him. You’re at his mercy.”
This nightmare was just getting worse.
Taking the first step in his direction, I wished more than anything that I could go back and not get in his car. I’d be home right now. Safe.
A third man appeared at the open door, older than me but maybe slightly younger than the two other men in the room. This one had dark blond hair pulled back in a messy bun and a short, well-trimmed beard. His tanned skin was covered in tattoos—at least, his bare arms were. He looked from me to Hale.
“What did I miss?” he drawled, sounding amused.
“Linc will fill you in,” Hale told him.
The blond man shot me one more glance. “This is gonna be entertaining, isn’t it?” he said. “You look so fucking annoyed.”
“Let ’em go,” the man who must be Linc said while taking his drink back to his desk. “You’re late anyway.”
“I had priorities,” he said with a smirk.
“Yeah, well, I have those, too, but here I sit,” Linc shot back.
The guy shrugged, still appearing amused. “All right, fine, I’ll wait to find out the reason Hale looks ready to murder someone. Normally, he’s in a better mood when he’s got a young piece of ass with him.”
“Jesus, Luther,” Hale muttered.
The third man chuckled, then sauntered over to the bar.
“Out,” Hale told me, pointing the way as if I didn’t know what out meant.
These people were all crazy.
“Oh wait! She’s knocked up. That’s it!” Luther called out.
Hale froze, then turned to look back at him. “No, but if she were, it wouldn’t be mine,” he said in a tone that was insulting. As if the thought of making a baby with me was revolting. Not that I wanted him to touch me, but still.
Asshole.
“Curiouser and curiouser,” Luther said, then went back to pouring his drink.
“Stevie got you reading Alice in Wonderland to her again?” Linc asked in a much softer tone than I’d heard him use before.
“Yep,” Luther said, grinning. “Third time this month. Although she likes it better when Lace reads Alice’s lines.”
Turning from them, I walked out the door. I couldn’t imagine that man reading a children’s book. It seemed so very odd.
The woman who had let us into the house was waiting with a black T-shirt in her hands. She held it out to me, looking apologetic. “Here you go,” she said. “The bathroom is right—”
“She can put it on in the car,” Hale snapped, steering me down the hallway.
I had no choice but to go with him. He said nothing as we went back the way we had come earlier. I held the shirt close to my chest, thankful I’d have something to wear that I wouldn’t have to hold together. We reached the front doors, and he swung open one, then stepped back for me to exit first.
I didn’t look at him, but I could feel his scowl. I was mad too. He was the one who had brought me here. None of this was my fault.
Stopping in the doorway, I glared at him. “I do not understand why I can’t go home.”
“Doesn’t matter what you understand.”
“I have no contact with Harland.”
The corner of his mouth lifted in a sardonic sneer. “And I say you’re full of shit.”
I wanted to scream. This was all ridiculous. What had Harland done to these people who wanted him dead? That reminder made me shiver, and I walked outside into the night, hoping someone would start looking for me soon.