Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“Might want to make it eight,” Hollis says, grabbing my hand with a chuckle when I smack his chest.
Warmth runs through me. He normally guides my hand to his cock when he does this. My eyes widen when he starts to do just that even with a witness. It’s reminiscent of the way he did it at the little grocery store close to the house. That afternoon ended with me bent over a tower of cases of bottled water with a warning in my ear not to scream as he lifted my dress, ripped my panties away and fucked me. Of course he wouldn’t go fast and hard to get it over quicker, decreasing our chances of getting caught. He fucked into me slowly, the head of his cock gliding over that spot inside of me that he knows drives me utterly crazy.
“What are you thinking about, Mads?” he asks, the tone of his voice taunting and teasing.
“Would you please—”
“I’m glad you’re here,” Angel says, coming from his office in the back.
Hollis looks from me to his pseudo boss, and his demeanor completely changes.
“How bad?” Hollis asks him.
Without answering him, Angel looks at Lauren. “I need you to call Liam, Fox, and Donavan.”
“Liam won’t go,” Lauren says as if she can read her man’s mind.
“You’ll be surprised what a man’s willing to do for revenge.” Angel presses a kiss to Lauren’s lips, and I look back at Hollis, giving them a little privacy.
“Going to have to miss lunch today, baby,” Hollis says. “I have work to do.”
Fear washes over me, but I do my best to shove it down. I don’t need him worrying about me while doing dangerous shit.
“Keep those nasty thoughts until I get back,” he says, pressing a too-brief kiss to my lips before following Angel out the front door.
Lauren and I are both staring at our men’s backs as they leave. This never gets easier, watching them walk away, not knowing if they’ll come back to us.
“Are you not going to tell me what they’re doing?” I ask, knowing even though I help out in the office there’s still a lot I don’t know.
“They’re going after the same group that held Angel and Liam hostage,” she says without hesitation.
“And Nash can’t help with that?”
Lauren meets my eyes. “Nash has been taken by them.”
I gasp, covering my mouth. I’ve heard bits and pieces of what this group is capable of. My heart pounds, both for Hollis and the danger the group is facing, but also for Nash because of what he may be enduring. A small part of me is concerned for Donavan. He’s blood after all, but I don’t have a relationship with the man. His presence is scarce around the office, and he’s held true to his declaration that Elio Lombardi is dead and that he has no family.
He even refused any part of the inheritance that came through a couple of months ago when I turned twenty-two. He wants nothing to do with his past life, including me.
I no longer even think of him as Elio. He’s one of Angel’s sub-contractors, an employee, the term used as loosely as possible, of course, of Mission Mercenaries.
I have a million questions, half of them I know better than to ask, and the other half will also probably go unanswered. Lauren sits back down at her small desk, picking up the phone to place the calls Angel instructed her to.
The entire group of men must be more in the know than I am, because it only takes a handful of words to mobilize all of them.
I pray that they all make it back safely, sending an extra plea up for Nash to remain strong while the other guys make their way to save him.
THE END