Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
"There are a lot of people here," I say.
"Yeah, my brother is super popular."
Her point is only proven when a man steps into the center of the ring and announces the next fight. The crowd goes wild when they say Rich's name. I glance around at all the people trying to take this in.
Then my eyes land right on her. It's the same girl I saw in that ridiculous video. She has her arms wrapped around a man. A man I know all too well.
The man that should be my husband…and he’s staring right back at me.
Chapter Fourteen
RICH
“Hey, you’re up.” Anton, King’s right-hand man, tells me, but I ignore him. My attention is focused on my phone. As it has been for the last few minutes.
Why the hell is this shit not working? I can't access the security cameras at home. I had it pulled up, and it was working before I left home and have checked it a few times since I got to the warehouse, and now it’s not working.
Anxiety creeps in that someone has come for Fallon. I push it aside, knowing there is no way in hell that my uncle West would allow anyone to get near the estate. He has the highest level of security on that place.
“Where is King?”
“I’ll find him for you.” Anton motions for me to go, but I don’t move. “After the fight.”
“No, now.” West hasn’t responded to my texts.
"The sooner you get this over with, the sooner you can leave." Normally I get pumped for a fight. I’m not feeling it tonight. My head isn’t in it. I never should have left the house to begin with.
What if the girls say something that upsets Fallon? I know she won’t tell them. They could put on a scary movie and freak her out. I run my hand down my face because I know my thoughts are insane, but I can’t stop them.
"I could leave right now." I'm already itching to do that.
"Fucking hell," Anton mutters, pulling out his phone. I shouldn't be a dick to Anton. He’s a good one and even helps me train. "King said he'll meet you at the curtain." The curtain is where you come in from when you're announced.
"Fine," I agree, pulling off my shirt and tossing it away before I head that way. I still can't shake the thought that something is off.
Why is no one fucking responding to my messages? The girls could be hanging out and not paying attention to their phones. But King is seeing his messages because he responded to Anton.
My anger and irritation start to grow. I often welcome it. It is my natural state most of the time. Until recently. All that anger I hold inside of me, the rage I have toward my father is not simmering so close to the surface anymore. Fallon has become my sole focus.
King is standing by the curtain when I make it to him. "Tell me what the fuck is going on. You wouldn't be standing here if you couldn't log into the cameras back at the house." I know that for a fucking fact.
"I can't log into them." He pulls out his phone to show me.
"I'm leaving." I shake my head. "I can't believe you're here without eyes on my sister." Not because I think he needs them but that’s how protective he is over her, and I get it now. So I’m not buying this bullshit.
"I have eyes on my wife. As I do with your girl." He smirks. I fist my hand at my side, wanting to knock it off his face. Now, that would be a fight worth paying to see and bet on. I thought we were on a new path, but King is pissing me off now.
"That's always so cool to hear." I spin around at the sound of Teddy's voice. West has an arm around her shoulder, keeping her close. The fuck is she doing here? It’s girls’ night, I was told. "Them chanting your name." Teddy shrugs. “What? It’s awesome.” She glances around at all of us. “Why do you have your murder face on?”
Murder face? I don’t bother to ask. It’s not the time.
“Where is Fallon, and why aren’t the cameras working?”
“They’re not?” West pulls his phone out.
“Ah, she’s here.” Teddy’s words hit me hard enough to take a step back. “Willa texted King and told him we were coming.”
“King,” West snaps before I can. “How the fuck?”
“Zero.” He shrugs but seems slightly apologetic. But why the fuck would he turn them off?
“The fuck is going on!” I roar.
Now it’s everyone else who steps back from me. “She’s with Willa. I’m watching them, and so are my men.” King flips his phone around for me to see once again.
While I’m happy that Fallon is safe, I’m pissed that she’s here not only because of the safety concerns but also because I know that every motherfucker in this place that has eyes will be looking at her. With the exception of King and West but they're both on my shitlist anyway, so my anger is also going to be directed at them.