Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“He is obsessed with you, that’s for damn sure, but stalkers often kill those they stalk.”
“Those they stalk don’t like to play with knives like I do, now do they?”
“Lilah—” I shift his direction and push to my toes to kiss him. “He won’t hurt me, not yet, I promise. Focus on your father. I have a couple of killers to catch, and I officially have a plan to do it. I need to make a call.”
I start to pull away, and he drags me closer and ravishes me with a kiss that leaves me breathless. “Too many people want us both dead, bella. You will stay close to me until at least some of them are dead.”
“It’ll be torture since you’re such an arrogant, bossy asshole when you’re worried, but,” I pause for effect, “okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes. Okay. Now I really have to make a call. I need to make sure Elsa answers the shoutout Ghost gave her by killing her brother.” I push away from him and reach for my phone, punching in my brother’s number.
“Lilah,” Andrew greets on the first ring.
“Have you done the press conference?”
“It’s in an hour at the courthouse.”
“Good. I’ll be there after all. I have something to say to Elsa that’s really going to piss her off. So much so, she’ll want to kill me.”
Kane curses under his breath, and I can’t help it.
I laugh.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kane is not amused by my laughter. “Oh come on, Kane. You’re way too on edge over me being me. You need another drink.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“Is it your father?”
“Ghost isn’t helping the situation, but yes, it’s my father. Until he’s gone once and for all, I’ll be on edge.”
“You have a plan. It’s a good plan.”
“He’ll have his own plan. On top of it all, I have a business meeting I can’t miss in the morning.”
“What kind of meeting?”
“The kind that keeps my oil business going, bella. No mob, cartel, or Society involvement. Which is where my focus should be in the first place, not on the rest of this bullshit. And you’re right. I need a drink. You want one?”
“Me and booze on camera might be fun to watch, but I’ll pass.”
“You’re not that bad,” he teases and walks toward the bar. “Just almost that bad.”
My cellphone rings where it’s sitting on the kitchen island, an unknown caller flashing on my caller ID, which screams Ghost to me. Fabulous. Kane is never stressed, not in a visible way, and he is not going to be happy, but just as he has to do his job tomorrow, I have to do mine tonight. I answer the call, “Who is this?” I’m pleasant that way. I know Tic Tac would agree, especially in his current state of joy and happiness.
“The guy you spent hours terrorizing before putting me on a chopper,” is the reply, in a deep male voice.
Pocher’s head of security. Paul, I think. He’s not memorable enough for me to remember his name, if I ever knew it. “Oh,” I reply. “You. My people must have failed since you’re calling me, and for the record, hours seems a bit exaggerated. Enrique wasn’t with you that long, but apparently, he made the time count if it felt like hours.” Kane reappears, two glasses filled with amber liquid sloshing about the sides in hand, and sets one in front of me.
He lifts his chin at the phone, a pinch of curiosity on his face that has me placing the call on speaker, and just in time for Kane to enjoy the show, it seems.
“Your cousin yelled at me in random outbursts,” Paul, or whatever his name is, complained. “Worse, he flashed a gun around that he didn’t know how to use when he did. He could have killed us both.”
“He’s quite irritating, and I agree that at times his very presence can terrorize a person. I mean, I for one can only take so much stupidity.”
Kane sits down and sips his whiskey, amusement lighting his eyes, his stress banked, at least for now. I’m entertaining, if nothing else.
Paul grunts and says, “I want to talk about election night.”
“What about it?”
“Max Oliver is one of our largest donors. His place in the Hamptons is sixty-four thousand square feet. He has private security that’s top notch.”
“Why do I care what Max Oliver has on his property?”
“I want to move the party there. We can have the three targets stay on property.”
“Are you asking me, or telling me?”
“You’re the FBI agent handling the killer. Isn’t it your job to help me secure a safe event?”
“Well, considering you got kidnapped by Lucas, I think it’s valid to believe you need help doing your job and protecting my father.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re a bitch?”
Kane silently laughs. I shrug. “I am. Thank you. And despite that good news for you, I don’t plan to allow the assassin to be an issue that long.”