Craving Rose by Nicole Jacquelyn (The Aces’ Sons #5)
English | 2019 | Romance | ePUB |1.2 Mb
Craving Rose :I , Rose Hawthorne, have crap taste in men.
But, who could blame me, really?
When the stories of how your dad and uncles raised hell before settling down are legendary, it was all too easy to see Prince Charming everywhere, believing that if a man loved me enough, he’d change.
What a load of garbage.
I was tired of the game, almost as tired as I was of being the only single adult at every family barbecue.
But you know what they say, the moment you stop looking, the right one finds you.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said painfully, jerking at the duct tape binding his forearms to the arms of the chair. “I fuckin’ hate that I can’t hold you.”
“Do you think they’re coming?” I whispered, searching his eyes. “Why aren’t they here yet?”
“I don’t know,” he said with a sigh, wincing as he shifted in the chair. His hand looked like raw hamburger and the front of his shirt was stiff with dried blood. I hadn’t been able to see where they’d cut him, but it had to be bad if he’d bled that much. I bit the inside of my cheek as I felt hysteria rise within me. “Casper and Hulk are down south,” he said, so low I had to read his lips. “Maybe they’re waitin’ on reinforcements.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” I breathed in confusion. “They’re only two men down. That’s nothing.”
His eyes grew soft as he watched me. “We don’t know what this is, Rose,” he murmured. “These freaks could be part of somethin’ much bigger than we can see from this fuckin’ basement.”
“I can’t just sit here anymore,” I said, my misery turning to frustration. “I can’t watch them hurt you.”
“You will,” he said firmly.
“No.” I shook my head frantically. “I can’t.”
“I’ll tell them who I—”
“I swear to God,” he hissed, cutting me off as he strained so hard at his bindings his wrists and hands turned purple. “Don’t you say one fuckin’ word. Not one fuckin’ word, Rose.”
“I’d rather die than let them put one fuckin’ finger on you.” He said, his face losing all expression. “Do you understand me? Is that what you want?”
“Don’t say that.”
“I will do whatever it fuckin’ takes to keep you safe,” he ground out. “Anything.”