Pretty Little Savage (Sick Boys #1) - Lucy Smoke Page 0,113

Mustang and pops the trunk. "Most people have their own private residences along the beach," he says as Dean grabs a duffle bag and slides it over his shoulder before reaching in and lifting mine up. He tosses it to me, his eyes obscured by his aviators. "But for those who live a bit farther down, they usually stay here. Don't worry, we have our own wing. No one will bother you."

A thought occurs to me. "You said this is the Eastpoint Estate," I repeat, curiously. "So, who owns it?"

Dean and Abel exchange a look, and this time, Dean answers. "All of us," he states. "It's a bit complicated, but technically all the Eastpoint families have a stake in everyone's property. The families co-own this one."

"Complicated how?" I press. “Seems pretty simple to me.”

Dean slams the trunk closed after Abel retrieves the rest of the bags. "Just complicated," he says in the way that means he wants me to drop the subject. I do, but I file his reaction away for future reference. As much as he likes picking me apart, it's only fair for me to return the favor. Unfolding the layers that make up the man known as Dean Carter is liable to send me down a dark and twisted path. After all, they're not called the Sick Boys for their saintly behavior.

"Come on," Dean grunts as he leads me towards the front entrance. "I'll show you to your room and leave you to unpack."

"Ain't much to unpack," I reply with a shrug but follow him nonetheless.

Abel disappears when we enter the house, but Dean doesn't say a word as he guides me through a series of twists and turns that make my head spin. There are so many side hallways and so many doors that I swear the building is never ending. The only way I know we're ever actually moving is because the farther we go, the fainter the sound of people and party music gets.

We descend to a deeper level of the house until the sunlight wanes and there are fewer windows. "Here," Dean says, as we hit a final floor and he stops and gestures me forward.

There are four doors and he nods towards the last one on the right. "This will be your room," he states. "Braxton's there and Abel's there." He points to each prospective room before leveling me with a look. "I'm across from you, and I'll know if you try to sneak out, so don't try anything."

I laugh. The thought is fucking ridiculous. "How are you going to know if I sneak out?" I challenge. "You're going to be half-drunk all week, aren't you?" For all the emotion he shows at that question, his face could've been carved from stone. I roll my eyes. "What if I have to use the bathroom?" I ask, changing the subject as I turn and look up and down the hallway. "I don't see any other rooms and I doubt I'll be able to find one in that fucking maze you call a—"

"There's one in your room," he says, cutting me off. "We each have a private room, so no need to go anywhere."

"Oh?" I arch a brow and cross my arms over my chest. "Do you expect me to just sit in my room all week like a good little girl?"

"Yes, that'd be preferable."

A part of me is shocked by his statement. Not by the words themselves, but by the fact that I think he's actually being honest with me. Nonetheless, I answer with a snort of derision. "Not happening," I state, shaking my head.

He doesn't say anything to that, which, once again, is a shock. I go to turn the knob of the door that's mine when I realize something. Pausing, I turn back to him. "There are three Eastpoint families," I say. "Three heirs. Why are there four bedrooms down here?"

Dean's face darkens and instead of answering, he turns around and storms across the hall to his door. He cracks it and then tosses his bag inside before turning around and facing me. "I had some stuff delivered for you," he tells me. "Get settled in and I'll come back for you later." He steps forward and I back into the door, looking up at the underside of his jaw as he glares down at me threateningly. "Do. Not. Leave. Until I come back," he orders.

With that, he turns and strides off, his legs carrying him away from me as fast