Broken Trust(Devastation Duet #2) - Winter Paige Page 0,26

the side table. Lifting it up, I take two long swallows and set it back down. “Hair of the dog, yeah?”

“Whoa, Princess. It’s ten a.m.” He stands, walking to me.

“Just taking the edge off, Cos. Chill. Care to join me?” I grin, motioning towards the shower, and his eyes go round.

“I-” he stutters, but the door opens, and Jaxx strolls in, followed by Abel.

“Rise and shine, baby. Time to head home.” Jaxx steps over, hugging me, and I plaster on a smile.

“Andrew wants to see you, Darlin’. Breakfast?” Abel lifts two bags and a carafe of coffee, waggling his brows.

“Perfect. I’m going to shower and dress. Can you guys call down for my things to be packed up and delivered to the house?” I walk into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I really hope drunk me didn’t run her loud ass mouth last night. That whiney bitch needs to learn how to shut the fuck up.

Costin

“She smells like a fucking brewery,” Jaxx hisses as soon as the door closes behind her.

“That’s because I’m pretty sure she has spent the past week drinking nonstop.” I pace.

“How many fucking bottles did she order?” Abel walks around, gathering the empty containers and setting them on the counter, one by one. “There are ten here so far. Anyone see any food?”

We all look around. “Half a pizza.” Jaxx holds up a box.

“That’s it? We have to do better, guys. She’s self-destructing right under our noses,” I huff, falling into a chair and pulling at my hair. “Last night was…”

“Was what, Costin?” Eliana walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a bra and panties while running a brush through her hair.

“Princess, you were wasted.”

“So? I was bored.” She shrugs. “Jaxx, sweetie, can you pass me the sequined pink Armani?”

He walks it over, helping her step into it and zipping up the back.

“Stunning.” He runs a hand down her arm, and I resist the urge to rip it from his body. “What is the occasion?”

“Going to see Daddy, and you know I always like to sparkle.” She laughs. “Manolo Blahnik sandals? No, silver please.”

Abel hands them over, and she slides them onto her feet and then walks straight to the door with her handbag.

“They are bringing my things, correct? Daddy needs to see how well I listened. I stayed put the whole time… good thing I had the internet and his black card.” She winks, walking out, and we quickly follow.

I don’t know which Eliana this is, but I don’t trust it. Something is brewing, and all I know is that I will damn well be there to catch her when she falls this time.

Chapter Eleven

Eliana

If I have learned anything, it’s that men get straight up dumb when you’re naked… or close to naked. I have also learned that they talk too damn much about the wrong shit. Like who cares how much I drank? What matters is that they left me… again.

Over. It.

It’s time to figure out what Puckett meant. Riddle me this, Eliana… ugh, total shit show. Can’t believe I left these guys at the wheel. Daddy wants me home, coolio. Looks like I am going to be inserting myself into his nasty ass old man parties to get my answers. I hope they are ready for me to shake shit up because I am tired of waiting. At this rate, someone will sweep in and kill me before they figure out anything. Lord forbid they step out of their den of sin long enough to focus on me for once.

Walking into the house, Jaxx places a hand on my back, attempting to guide me to my room. Not this time, baby.

“Or not. Watch this, guys.” I march straight to the basement before they even have a chance to stop me.

Passing the bar, I call over my shoulder, “Hey, Richard! Daddy this way?” When he moves to stand, I laugh. “Don’t get up. I’ll find him.” He is just having a drink, thank God. That could have been hella awkward.

I nearly puke when I find Daddy, though. Dear God, I never think… add this to the ‘can’t unsee’ list. Oh well, go with it I suppose.

“Hey, Daddy. Don’t mind me. I’ll wait. I lean over with a shrug and brush roughly fifteen lines of coke from the glass tabletop with his coat, hop up, sitting and crossing my legs, and then pull out a file, pretending to work on a nail. Okay, part of me is doing it to seem unfazed…