Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I know the kind of shady shit that happens at abandoned warehouses, and it’s nothing good. We circle the building like sharks, and I catch sight of another fleet of vehicles.
That must be Zane.
My heart starts beating faster and my throat swells. Am I really going to see him? What am I going to say? What is he going to say? Will he be mad at me? I never thought this would actually happen, so I never prepared myself for the scenario.
All my internal questions are cut off when I feel a hand on top of my head. Before I can turn to see who is touching me, the hand ruffles through my hair. Like a ten-year-old boy would do to a girl to make her mad.
“Hey! What the hell?” I whine, trying to move away from the hand.
“Can’t have you looking all put together and shit. You were my prisoner after all,” Xander explains. When he is done making a knotty mess of my hair, he takes the fabric of my shirt and rips it around my shoulder and down my arm. “There you go. That’s better.”
I look over at him, dumbfoundedly. “So, if they ask about where you kept me, should I lie? Maybe make up some dungeon?”
Xander smirks. “Smart girl, you are, though there isn’t any need to make it up. There is a dungeon at my place, and as far as everybody knows, that’s where you were kept.”
“Got it.” I nod, just as the car is put into park.
The front doors open first, the guards climb out and open the back doors. Damon is the first out. When I scoot toward his door to slip out, Xander grabs me by the arm, tugging me toward his door instead.
Sliding across the seat, he pulls me out of the car. My feet land against the concrete, and I suck in a precious breath of oxygen, almost as if I hadn’t been breathing the entire drive here.
Xander doesn’t give me a chance to prepare myself and starts walking toward the caravan of vehicles. Good thing he has an iron grip on my arm because the first step I take, I trip and almost faceplant. Xander pulls me up, and I fall in step beside him.
As soon as I lift up my head, I spot Zane and another man, off in the distance. My entire body locks up and my heart tightens in my chest.
He’s really alive.
Our eyes connect, and even from a distance, I can see the turmoil of emotions in their depths, relief, need, and overwhelming possessiveness. Zane is mine, and I am his. I realize that now. My feet move of their own accord. My body drawn to him like a magnet. I try to run toward him, wanting to tell him that I’m okay. That everything is going to be okay. But Xander jerks me back by the arm, keeping me close to his side before I can take off.
Zane’s eyes lower to where Xander’s hand is. His lip curls almost as if he is snarling like an animal. The glare in his eyes is deadly, and I’m positive that it’s taking every ounce of self-restraint he has, not to charge at Xander right now. The mere thought of a fight breaking out between the two of them is terrifying.
I can feel Zane’s rage rolling off of him in waves. I don’t know how this meeting is going to end. I just hope that after everything we’ve been through, that Zane and I can walk away in one piece.
7
I’m a bullet waiting to leave the chamber. My body vibrates with unchecked rage. Every fiber and cell in my body is telling me to move. Telling me to go to her, and rip Xander Rossi’s hand off of her body and beat him with it for touching her. For touching what is mine and always will be mine.
Like a ticking time bomb, I force myself to stand still, to hold back. I know it’s the most strategic thing to do, but that doesn’t make it any easier. If he does something stupid, or if I see Dove flinch even once, I’ll explode. I didn’t come all this way not to leave with her, but I won’t let him or anyone else hurt her.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Zane.” Xander’s lips tip up at the sides in a smile when we’re just a few feet away. “Matteo, it’s been a while. I would say it’s good to see you, but we both know that’s a lie. If it wasn’t for this agreement, I’d have my men pumping you full of lead by now.”
“Same.” Matteo nods, and all I can think is how fucked up these two fuckers are. I need to get Dove and get us out of here before these two end up firing their guns in some sick fight to see whose cock is bigger.