Cars honk as I glide onto the freeway, the warehouse already going up in flames at our back as I make our way to the private airstrip where we park our jet. “He called a few minutes ago, either for an update or to tell us to get our asses to Denver.”
I see his phone screen light up in the corner of my eye as he begins to scroll through his messages. “Fuck man, I have twenty messages just in the last hour.Didn’t you tell him we would be on the way soon?”
“I did, but he’s been acting weird. I want to wait another day or two once we land to look around and see if Wade’s got eyes on him.”
His phone begins to trill as a call comes through and he answers with a sigh. “Hello, Roman.”
I nudge Kortez with my elbow and a second later, Roman’s voice is coming through the speakers. “I know you said a few days, but how many is a few? Things are, uh…things are getting pretty heavy here and…” A woman’s moan begins to sound throughout the car, and I hear Roman curse. “Jesus fucking Christ.” A door closes, assumedly his, and the moaning gets so faint I can barely hear it.
My laughter fills the car and I see Kortez break a little smile from the passenger seat. “Where the hell are you, Ro?”
My cousin is silent for a moment, before grunting, “My lawyers. I told you the judge put her in charge of me until the trial.”
I shoot a look over at Kortez to see him already looking at me. I grew up with Roman and Kortez has known him for the past ten years – we know when something isn’t right. Is Roman…jealous?
Kortez puts the phone on mute, making sure Roman can’t hear us before saying, “He likes her. It’s a good thing we’re going because you know Roman isn’t good about not mixing business with pleasure.”
Oh, don’t I? More than once I’ve had to bang his head into a wall for breaking the hearts of our best dancers and making them quit. The man just doesn’t know when to give up.
I shoot a wink at Kortez as I pull into the airstrip, my guys already waiting by the back ramp for the car. Kortez unmutes us just as another soft moan comesthrough the speakers and we hear Roman hit something on the other side of the phone. “Your lawyer, huh? At least she moans prettily enough.”
“You know what Atlas? My lawyer is – “ Roman cuts off, his breath shaky as a deep exhale rattles the speakers. “Never-fucking-mind. Just get here.”
The phone beeps as the call ends, Kortez’s screen lighting up with a photo he managed to find of Eve on her graduation day ten years ago from the school’s website.
I shrug, getting out of the car and tossing the keys over to Jax, my head of security and the only other person besides Kortez that I let behind the wheel of my car. “Guess he’s a little tense.”
Kortez shakes his head as we walk over and begin to board the plane, “One day, you two are going to kill each other.”
Chapter 15
Roman
Judge Thompson is a massive prick.
We had court again today to determine if my case will go to trial or not, and with all the evidence Evie has of my innocence, there shouldn’t be a trial.
Alas, Thompson listened to every word of our statements Eve rewrote four different times and barely glimpsed at the list of evidence before banging his gaudy gavel and declaring that we would have to return for an official trial.
Fucker didn’t even give us a date yet – said he had tocheck his schedule.I swear, somethings off about that bald motherfucker and I’m going to figure it out if it’s the last thing I do.
Now, we’re practically back where we started with Eve pacing back and forth in front of the courthouse, her hand clasped tightly around a ring I shouldn’t know anything about, and her lips flying as she mutters to herself too low for me to hear.
My back presses against the rough brick of the outside of the building as I watch her movements, each sway of her hips giving me flashbacks of how they jerked each time Wylder slammed into them two nights ago. Each twitch of her lips reminds me of how they were trapped, spread open by the gag anddripping with spit as he used her.
She was completely at his mercy and all I saw on her face was exquisite ecstasy.
I would have thought Evangeline Patton would hate to be dominated in bed. Even in the short time I’ve known her, I’ve realized how much she craves control. She needs it. I didn’t expect her to relinquish it in bed. Hell, she was soaking the sheets while Wylder slapped her around and degraded her.
That’s not the Eve I know.
Would she get as wet for me if I tied her up and had my way with her? Would she writhe in pleasure-filled pain as I left my marks down her neck? While I claimed her as mine for everyone to see?
Would she ever want to take the reins and make me beg for a taste of her cunt as she hovered above me?
At least she moans prettily enough.
Oh, Atlas, you have no fucking idea.
