Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 131455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Where is he? What’s his next move?
A whiskey might dull the incessant pounding in my head, but I can’t risk dulling my senses. I can only grind my teeth and push through, ignoring the bar cart while I pace for lack of anything else to do. Patience has never been one of my virtues.
The ringing of my phone pierces the silence. I pounce on it, snatching it from the desk. The sight of Sebastian’s name, especially at two in the morning, takes my already rapid pulse and sends it into overdrive.
“This had better be good,” I murmur without greeting him.
“Of course it’s good. Why else would I be calling you at this time of night? I did it. It finally happened.”
My grip on the phone tightens.“What are you talking about? I’m not in the mood for games.”
“This isn’t a game.”
So why does he sound so jumpy? Almost hyper. “Tell me you have good news.”
“Excellent news. And if you want what I know you want more than anything, you will meet me at the address I’m about to provide.”
Easy. Calm. I can’t afford to leap without looking first, especially when it sounds like the kid is on speed. His breathing erratic, the words pouring from him in a rapidfire stream.
“Is this about what I think it’s about?”
“You’ll find out when you get here.”
“I’m going to need more than that, Sebastian.”
“Do I have to spell it out? I have something you want. This merchandise isn’t the kind I can let out of my sight. So either you can claim it, or I’m going to have to. Either way, it needs to be dealt with.”
“How many men am I bringing with me?”
“None. You won’t need them. This is the part where you trust me.”
Trust him? My heart is about to tear its way out of my chest. If he has Moroni, why won’t he use his name? What’s with speaking in these cryptic codes?
“Give me the address,” I grunt, scribbling it down on a notepad before tearing the page free.
“It shouldn’t take you more than twenty minutes to get here. I’ll be waiting.” With that, the line goes dead, leaving me staring at my phone while the sound of my heartbeat fills my ears.
Why was he so cryptic? That’s what bothers me, the question that rolls around in my head as I leave my office and stride quickly down the hall, to the staircase. I take the steps two at a time before rushing down the hall as silently as I can, slowly opening the bedroom door.
She left the lamp on the nightstand burning, and a book is open on her chest. She fell asleep while reading. I can imagine her waiting for me as long as she could before there was no fighting sleep anymore. Considering she blew a man away three nights ago, she’s taken things well. No outbursts beyond the breakdown at the scene. I’d be worried if she hadn’t at least wept after what she went through. Beyond that, she’s been strong, and resilient. She knows what needs to be done now and can accept it. Yet another example of her belonging at my side. She was made for me, for this ruthless world. My queen.
For a moment, I take in her peaceful beauty. The dark locks fanned across the pillow, the hand curled beside her head. My little bird. She got damn lucky, escaping the crash without a scratch. It was Charlie who ended up with a concussion and a broken arm, and even that seems mild when I think of how bad it could’ve been.
Now she’s dreaming, unaware of the current battle waging a war inside my head between trusting Sebastian and possibly losing a golden opportunity. When I look at her and think about the life growing inside her, there’s no choice to be made.
Whatever it takes, I’m going to protect them, and that means following Sebastian’s instructions.
I walk into the closet as quietly as possible and push all the clothing out of the way, typing the code into the safe built into the wall. Weapons. I need a gun or two and maybe a knife. I strap a knife to my ankle and grab one gun, placing it at my back. Then I close the safe and walk out of the closet, my gaze lingering on Bianca for a moment longer. I’m tempted to kiss her goodbye, but I don’t want her to wake up and question where I’m going. Lying to her is not an option, and I wouldn’t want to anyway. We’re partners in this.
I choose against it and slip out of the room. After closing the door carefully, I jog downstairs and straight out the front door. The trio of armed guards standing in the courtyard cast quizzical looks my way. I ignore them, heading straight for Romero’s cottage. I’m not surprised to see the light on in the front window— he hasn’t gone to bed yet. It’s as much of a challenge for him to relax and let go at a time like this as it is for me.