Contract Killer Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
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A stinging pain landed in her neck, and she gasped out, instantly grabbing whatever it was and ripping it out. It was then, as she stared down at the dart, that she realized Theo drugged her.

Everything around her started to become slow, the edges of the room getting hazy and out of focus.

“Right now, a sedative is circulating through your bloodstream. In a matter of minutes, you’ll be unconscious.”

She tilted on her feet, his words becoming slow and distorted, his form wavering.

“Soon we will be together, Neeka.” He walked over to her, placing the gun at the small of his back as he embraced her.

She wanted to push him away, but her arms felt like lead and wouldn’t move. Her lids grew heavy, but she fought it, knowing she needed to stay conscious, even if that was impossible. It was a hopeless fight.

The smell of his liquor-laced breath was the last thing she was aware of before she succumbed to the darkness.

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

Gage sat behind the screens of the tech station in the compound of his organization. He kept his gaze trained on the ten monitors that showed numerous scenes of the base’s property.

Although his full focus and attention should have been on those monitors, the only thing he could think about was Neeka.

“You look like you’re thinking pretty fucking hard.”

Gage looked over his shoulder when he heard the thickly accented voice. Damian Mordriski, a former Serbian intelligence and special operatives agent for the underground resistance, towered everything and everyone at six-feet-eight inches.

His pale blond hair and ice blue eyes made him appear like a ruthless killing machine. He was one of their best soldiers in their organization, and in the underground resistance.

Gage breathed out and ran a hand over his head, not wanting to talk about this because expressing emotions was a weakness, a dent in his armor. Gage looked back at the screens.

“Yeah, that’s an understatement.” Damian moved further in the room and sat beside him, silence stretching between the two men. Gage was thankful Damian picked up on the fact he had no desire to discuss what he was really thinking. Maybe Gage needed to talk about this shit?

Maybe getting it out with someone he trusted—and he did trust Damian—would put some meaning behind it all where it concerned Neeka?

Or maybe I should just keep my fucking mouth shut.

But right when he was about to let his wall down, if only for this short amount of time, an alarm started going off on the control panel. Alertness slammed into Gage, and he sensed the same happening with Damian.

He pulled up the screen of the perimeter of where the alarm had been triggered. A set of coordinates were displayed, and it was then he felt his heart seize in his chest.

Neeka’s pressed the panic button.

His body was already primed for action. He was in hunt and destroy mode as he got out of the chair and moved into the weapons room, grabbed what he could. Damian followed closely behind, clearly ready to take any orders Gage threw out.

He’d need more men from the organization in on this, because he wasn’t going to fuck this up where it concerned Neeka. Not when he’d fallen for her. Not when he wanted her as his.

“Wake up, princess.”

Neeka groaned and rolled onto her back, her entire body stiff and her neck throbbing. The voice that roused her sounded familiar, but she felt like she was underwater, her mind was so fuzzy.

“Give her a minute. The drug is still in her system.”

She placed her hand on her head as she slowly sat up, the feeling of being light headed causing her stomach to clench with queasiness. She opened her eyes, blinding florescent lights stinging her vision so she was forced to shut them again.

“She’s coming around now. Perfect timing.”

Neeka now knew that voice, but her mind was still so fuzzy. How did she know that voice? Again she opened her eyes, everything blurry but slowly focusing. At first, she didn’t know who the two men in front of her were because they were hazy, but as her vision cleared she gasped.

Rye and Theo stood in front of her, void of emotion, and several men behind them adjusting their guns in their arms.

“How are you feeling, darling?”

Theo’s sickly sweet voice was like acid to her. He helped her up, her legs wobbling, her knees buckling, so she was forced to grip his arm or fall back on the floor. What in the hell was going on?

“The medication will wear off shortly. In another ten minutes, you will be feeling like your old self again.”

She looked at Rye as he spoke. She shrugged Theo away from her, a scowl crossing his features from her actions. “I’m not going to even ask why I’m here because you made your plans clear already, Dr. Vincent. You’re a sick fuck.”


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