Double Tap Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Code 11-KPD SWAT #2)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Code 11-KPD SWAT Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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“FHAS’s angel?” Luke asked.

I nodded. “FHAS staff started calling her Angel when she arrived here. I’ve only met her once, a few days ago, but she’s a cute little thing. Tiny for only four months.”

I was rambling, because suddenly all three men’s intent eyes were focused solely on me. Not the wall behind me. Not the men I could hear mowing the lawn outside my window. All three dangerous gazes were on me.

“What?” I asked nervously.

“Is the kid you’re talking about with the wounded veteran and his wife?” Bennett asked from his perch.

I blinked. “Yes. Why?”

Bennett looked at Luke, but Luke’s gaze was on me.

“Candice and Guy Golding?” He asked for confirmation.

I scrunched my eyebrows together and pulled out Angel’s file that was underneath the Sergei file.

Flipping to the second page, I ran my finger down until I found the foster parents currently taking care of Angel.

“Yes, Candice and Guy Golding. That’s them,” I confirmed.

“We need to go talk to the social worker who’s been forging paperwork. Then we need to know why an Artem is trying to get custody of Anita Artem’s child. Especially when there’s not supposed to be any living relatives.”

That bomb was dropped by Downy, and their extreme attention as soon as I’d mentioned the name Artem finally made sense.

Anita Artem was the woman Nico had shot and killed.

The one that’d belonged to the mafia.

The institution that’d been responsible for shooting and killing the officer that was using Nico’s cop car.

Holy.

Shit.

Chapter 16

Don’t let the door hit you on the way out. Try not to fall down the stairs on your way, either.

-Note to self

Nico

Two days later

“Hey, this is Nico. I wanted to see if you could come clean my house later this week. I’ve got a bit of a mess going on right now, and you know how I am. Let me know when you can do it. Thanks, bye,” I said to Candice’s voicemail.

I hung up and glared at my still dirty floors.

That was the third time I’d called her in three days.

“At least it wasn’t the thirty fifth like someone I know,” I snarled as I threw down my phone and went outside.

Feeling the need for an exhausting workout, I went outside and gathered up my axe and wedge, then took them to the large pile of wood I’d stacked in a heap at the corner of the house.

A tree had fallen a couple of weeks ago during a storm, and I’d cut it up with my chainsaw, leaving the large chunks to cut up for fire wood at a later date.

I’d been doing it nearly an hour when I heard wheels crunch on the gravel road that led up to my driveway.

I didn’t turn around.

I knew whom it was as soon as I heard the engine whine.

So the little coward had decided to finally show after three fucking days.

Imagine that.

I felt her stare, but I never stopped chopping the wood.

Set the wood up on the stump. Swing back. Strike hard and fast.

Thwack.

I repeated it over and over, waiting on her to say something.

It took her a long time.

Thwack.

I counted thirty five pieces before she finally spoke.

“I’m mad at you,” she said softly.

She was crying.

I hated when she cried.

I didn’t stop, however.

I just kept going, waiting for what she had to say next. The only outward sign that I was listening was the bunch of my shoulders.

“You should’ve told me about her suicide the night she did it,” she said tearfully.

I whirled on her. “Is that right? And how exactly did you expect me to do that? I fucking called you seventeen times that night, and left you at least a fuckin’ million text messages. I know how to take a fucking hint.”

Her eyes widened at the vehemence in my voice, and she took a step away.

I was on a fucking roll, though, and really let her have it.

“All you had to do was be understanding. If you can’t handle this, what makes you think you can handle it when I have to take down a goddamned kid because he pointed a gun at his big sister?” I asked irately.

I walked past her, going inside to the kitchen to grab a drink.

She followed.

I heard her stomping feet behind me as I walked up to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, twisting the cap off viciously.

“I don’t like it when you’re right. It makes me mad when I have to admit that I’m wrong. I know I was wrong, but you were wrong, too,” she snarled.

I looked at her incredulously. “You’re so full of shit. You piss me the fuck off.”

She crossed her arms. “Well, maybe if I’m so full of shit, and I piss you off so fuckin’ much, we shouldn’t be together.”

I shook my head at her and gave her a droll look.

“We fight. We yell. You throw shit and I glare at you. That’s just how we are. We don’t have the type of relationship where it’s all hearts and goddamned flowers. We have the type of relationship that’s real. We fight hard, and make up harder. And you need to get over your fucking snit, because I’m so fucking hot for you that I might not be nice when you really need it,” I growled in Georgia’s face.

She tried to push me away from where I was pinning her to the wall, but she didn’t get me far. In fact, it was only the barest of millimeters, and that was only because I didn’t want her to hurt herself when she slammed her wrists against my chest.

“I fucking love you, Georgia. Get the fuck over it,” I yelled.

She narrowed her eyes. “You fuckin’ love me? Than where the fuck were you?!” She screamed in my face.

I rocked back on my heels. That one penetrated. The vehemence in her voice alone was enough to send me back.

“What do you mean, where was I?” I asked.

She surged forward, taking advantage of the gap I left her, practically hurling herself at me.


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