Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
I dropped down as he pumped up—our bodies in perfect tandem. Our souls in sync. Our first time together, and still he knew my body like his favorite book.
His hands on my waist just the right kind of tight and firm. His lips the right pressure. His tongue teasing and delicious without choking me like Luca used to do. His cock biiiiiggg without being a pussy-ripper. Every single bit of being with River was right and perfect in a way it’d only ever been with three other men—Sunny, Liam, and Bane.
I broke away gasping. “River, I—”
“I love you.” River smiled into my eyes even as he pumped faster, cracking my jaw in a silent scream. “I love you more than Romeo loved Juliet. More than Jack loved Rose. And more than hazelnut loves chocolate.”
“I—I—” River struck that spot and all words and sense flew out the window.
I crested the peak, then went careening off—free-falling into a volcanic eruption of pure ecstasy. Each individual nerve ending caught fire and burned away, surrendering totally to River and my complete love for him.
He pumped once, then came inside me, painting my walls with hot ropes of cum.
We tipped over, collapsing in each other’s arms—grinning at each other like lunatics.
“More than hazelnut loves chocolate, huh?” I giggled, kissing the tip of his nose. “Now that is real love right there. How can I top that?”
“You don’t have to.” He laced his fingers through mine, holding me close as the sweat cooled on our bodies. “You just have to love me back.”
“I do, River.” I pressed my forehead to his, closing my eyes while we descended into our own private world. “I love you.”
GENNY
Bee and I watched from the shadows as Calm Guy stepped out of the house—free and unweighted down by all the weapons, food, and even furniture the other brothers were carting out of the house as fast as they could.
I only knew he was Calm Guy because Bee matched the voice to the face.
“His name is Brother Edwin,” she whispered. “He’s in charge of these guys but we’ve heard him mention a Brother Abraham a bunch of times. I’m guessing that’s who Eddy Boy takes his orders from.”
I nodded, studying him. Edwin was tall and slim with shaggy brown hair, wide-set eyes, and a tattoo on his neck that I couldn’t make out. None of that stood out, but what surprised me, is that he was young. He held some kind of authority over the others, but he looked no older than twenty-one. A simple glance told me most of the other brothers were older than him, so what about Edwin made him qualified to be the warden of this prison?
“I’ve met Brother Abraham,” I spoke up. “We had a nice chat before I killed him. A stupid, ignorant, pea-brained moron, but he did do my girl Kenzie a favor, and murdered the bitch who threw her and her baby into the arms of a sex trafficker, so at least the man will have one good deed in his logbook when he’s standing at the gates of hell.”
“Wait, you killed Brother Abraham?” she hissed as we watched Edwin pause to talk to the men loading guns in Abraham’s van. “What does that mean? If you took out their leader, does that mean— Is it over?”
I was shaking my head before she finished the question. “If Abraham was the true leader of the Brotherhood, these guys would care a lot more about the fact that I clearly murdered him and disposed of his body sometime between him driving me here, and me busting in there and blowing out their hideout. But look at them...”
We watched the brothers working quickly, efficiently, and coldly. Not a single soul was weeping and boohooing about the place over their blessed leader’s death.
“I mean, they can’t even be sure he’s dead,” I continued. “They’re assuming he is, but Edwin didn’t send anyone to check. Why? Because they don’t really care.”
Edwin ended his conversation and continued on toward a break in the trees.
“If Abraham was truly their leader, and they’re sacrificing—and dying—to serve him, then they’d give way more of a shit than this.”
Bee tipped her head. “You’re right. This Abraham guy was higher up in the ladder, but he can’t have been at the top.”
“Did they give any clues as to who is at the top?” I gestured for her to follow as I stepped lightly, following Edwin’s figure through the shadows. “Did they mention any other names? Did they report to anyone else?”
“Not that we could tell.”
Edwin was oblivious to the two stalking foxes trailing as he left his men and protection behind, heading for wherever he parked his car.
“They said a bunch of names,” she continued, whispering. “But whenever they had to check with someone or ask permission to do something, they only spoke of Abraham as the one to go to.”