Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
When moments pass without a response from Prince, I look his way to find him staring straight ahead. I follow his gaze, finding nothing but a pallet of boxes wrapped in plastic, compressed into a cube. Is he suddenly interested in small kitchen appliances?
I’m about to ask him that very question when something inside me thinks better of it. It’s the pensive expression he wears. He isn’t zoned out because of boredom or a lack of any way to calm my temper. He’s watching something. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and I wonder if Alvarez sent someone after all. Are we being watched? Listened to?
Keeping that in mind, I amend my approach, pulling back a little on the rancor. “When I think of the trouble we went to in order to come out here and how eager Grandfather is to make this work.” I rub my hands together, keenly aware of the tightness in my shoulder with every move I make. I didn’t want to arrive for a meeting wearing a sling and looking weak. Besides, I hardly need it. So long as I don’t get any ideas about lifting weights anytime soon, I should be fine.
“Don’t act like you won’t make up for it, hunting for pussy.” Even when he speaks to me, he’s staring at those boxes. Why? I finally pass him and take a look from the corner of my eye.
Now I see it. Dark hair, the top of someone’s head. Someone is hiding behind those boxes. It isn’t close-cropped, either, but parted in the center and shining in the light coming from over our heads. A woman? I exchange a glance with Prince to indicate my understanding but keep quiet on it.
“What I do on my time is my business. But it still isn’t reason enough to cross an ocean and end up in this humid swamp.”
A woman. Why would Alvarez send a woman? Is this another means of throwing us off-balance so he can take the stronger position? Yes, he needs this deal, but I imagine a shrewd one like him would want to take every opportunity he can to get a leg up. No one in his position wants to be perceived as an easy conquest.
“All the more reason for the girls to take their clothes off,” Prince muses with the ghost of a grin playing over his mouth. His eyes widen a little, and I look over in time to see the head bobbing slightly, moving away from us.
Without saying a word, we follow its progress.
“There are plenty of naked bitches back home. And fucking them doesn’t involve being treated so poorly by someone we only wanted to work out a deal with. Renato’s information must have been wrong. Alvarez isn’t dedicated to this. He must’ve been fishing to find out whether we were.”
She darts across an aisle formed by the rows of boxes, and Prince takes off jogging, his feet light, nearly silent. Part of the job is learning how to move without making a sound. I cut to the left and wait, peering around the corner, watching a girl in a short, tight dress teeter around on high heels. I can’t pretend observing her tight little ass is a hardship. It sticks out enticingly thanks to the way she bends over, as if that will help hide her from me.
Is she pleased with herself, thinking she’s about to make some great escape? That she’s as good as on her way to whoever sent her here to gather intel on us? Sadly for them, she’s not going to make it.
Prince rounds the corner at the other end of the row, cutting her off while wearing a grin. “Look who we have here? This must be the daughter nobody’s seen.”
She looks like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car—paralyzed with fear. After a second, she falls back and attempts to turn on her heels, but Prince is too quick. He takes hold of her, hauling her close to him by her arms. Her shocked gasp is music to my ears.
The sight of her is another story. This is the daughter Alvarez has hidden from the world? It makes sense since I would never let her out of my sight if she belonged to me. Not with a face like hers—certainly not with a body like the one now wriggling against Prince as she wastes energy trying to free herself. Her green eyes pull me in, bright and blazing with what I can only imagine is fear.
“Don’t you know better than to sneak around while men are doing business?” I ask before taking her from Prince and pulling her close to me. Her crimson lips part to allow for the short, quick breaths that now hit my face.