Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
I’ve lost it.
I’ve completely lost my mind, and I don’t care anymore.
My breathing is ragged as my body slumps into the chains while my half-hard dick falls out of her. She giggles and gets up off the floor, admiring her artwork from a few steps away like she’s proud of what she’s done.
“Filthy little fuckers of mine,” she mutters.
Xavier slowly comes back up to his feet and wipes his face off, then pulls his pants back up.
Sunny marches over to me and grabs my chin, forcing me to look at her. “You did so well. I’m impressed. It’s a shame I had to tie you up. Would’ve loved to put those calloused hands to good use.”
“What do we do with him now?” Orion mutters as he crawls up from the floor.
Xavier steps backward, but his eyes are still transfixed on mine as he reaches for something on the cabinet, clenching his jaw.
Something glints in his hands, and my eyes widen as he growls, “We should kill him.”
CHAPTER 37
Xavier
I lunge at Atreus with the knife to catch him off guard, and he leans sideways to cover his face, but Sunny steps in my path to block me.
She grabs my wrist. “No.”
“He hurt you,” I growl.
“And we made him pay,” she says.
“Xavier, stop, you know this isn’t what she wants,” Orion says.
His words run through me like lightning.
He’s right. She’d never approve.
The knife instantly clatters onto the floor.
But what can I do to fix this?
A cop is in her room, ready to detain her. If anyone frees him, it’s over.
“It’s not going to stop,” I say, swallowing what’s left of my pride. “He’s never going to quit until he has you in his claws.”
She stares at me, and I can’t look away either, so I take the opportunity to tell her what I need to say.
“Sunny. Please.” I grab her face. “Let me end his life, and it’ll all go away.”
She places her hand over mine. “No.”
My teeth grind together. “Why?”
But I already know the answer, deep down.
She likes him.
“I need him.”
She glances at Atreus over her shoulder with a type of longing that I recognize in the mirror, and it’s like a gut punch to me. “Okay, what then? He can’t stay here forever. Someone will find him, and when they do, he’ll take you to jail.”
Her nostrils flare. “Then so be it.”
I shake my head. “No. I won’t let him.”
“Then kill me and get it over with,” Atreus barks.
“Shut your ungrateful fucking mouth,” I snap at him.
“You cannot keep me here, and you know that,” Atreus reasons. “My men will look for me, and they’ll eventually find this place.”
He jerks the chains again like he got some of that spitfire back, and I don’t like it one bit.
Maybe we should’ve gone rougher on him.
Sunny grabs my chin, forcing me to look at her instead. “Do not hurt him. Do you understand? Enough blood has been shed.”
Reluctantly, I nod.
“But you are right. He can’t stay here.”
“I know a place,” Orion says, as he’s putting on his pants again. “Tartarus House has a basement that few people visit. It’s the perfect place to hide him while we figure out a plan.”
Everyone looks at him.
“What?” He shrugs. “I’m trying to help. You got a better plan?”
Sunny
My boys brought Atreus to the Tartarus House basement by hauling him out the window right before dawn. It was easy enough after we wrapped him in a blanket and kept his hands and feet secured with chains, then tossed him in one of my many large bags I use to transport bodies.
His sounds were muffled using a bunch of my clothes, which we tied around his head, and Xavier had already parked his car outside, so we only needed to throw him in the trunk and drive off.
It was swift and easy, and no one at the Tartarus House noticed, because they were too busy partying with the present cops. Guess they enjoy liquor as much as anyone else when it’s offered.
The basement is outside, near the rear end of the building, the entrance covered in vines, and I admit, it’s a better hiding place than I initially thought when Orion suggested it.
There are tons and tons of wine barrels stacked up here, along with many bottles of liquor.
Orion steals one from the rack and mutters, “Hand distilled by a parent of one of the Tartarus members. I always knew buying these from him and storing them in the unused cellar would be a good idea.”
He pops open the cap and drinks straight from the bottle.
Xavier makes sure the chains are secured tightly around Atreus’s body so he won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
“You’re making a mistake. You know that, right? My men will find this place, one way or another.”
“Good luck with that,” Orion says, chuckling between sips.