Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
The Irishman whirls, snarling as he puts a bullet in one, knocking him back. The second charges close, but my captor grabs him by the neck, holds him at arm’s length, brings the gun up, and…
And I scream as I look away, just in time to see the shower of red.
Then, it’s quiet. Well, quiet except for my pulse hammering in my ears.
I turn, panting, sucking in air, with every single nerve in my body firing. It feels like I’m about to explode with the adrenaline coursing through me.
“Hey, hey!”
He grabs my shoulders, giving me a quick shake as he looks into my eyes.
“Are you hurt?”
I blink. “Huh?”
“Are you hurt?”
“N—no,” I whisper, looking around at the carnage with wide, horrified eyes. He whips the robe around me, pulling it closed and tying it.
I blink, staring at the body of the man who charged us lying on the kitchen floor.
“Oh my God,” I choke. “You—you just shot that guy in the face!”
“Yeah,” he growls, standing and reloading.
“No, like right in the face!”
“Yeah, I was there, princess,” he growls. “We need to go, now.”
“Wait, go?” I blurt out. “No, we need to call the cops!”
He arches a brow, almost like he’s amused.
“You really think I’m calling the cops right now?”
I swallow.
“Let’s go.”
I tense as he grabs my wrist, resisting.
“I—no!”
“Now, princess,” he hisses. “There might be more.”
“And I don’t know you except that you just fucking abducted me!” I scream. “Maybe they’re the good guys!”
“They’re not.”
He yanks up one the arm of one of the bodies and pulls up the man’s sleeve to show a tattoo on the side of his hand.
“That’s a mob tattoo,” he growls. “So we’re leaving, now.”
“I don’t know you!”
“Killian,” he mutters suddenly, making me gasp as he whirls and lets his fierce eyes burn into mine.
“Mine name is Killian Donovan.”
I swallow, biting my lip.
“I’m—”
“Nicole, I know. Let’s go.”
He snatches his phone and what I realize is my purse from the shattered glass on the kitchen table, and I let him tug me out of the kitchen, stumbling out of the front door. I start to move for the car, but he stops me.
“No.”
“What?”
“Could be traced, I don’t know,” he growls. “Could be how they found us here.”
He pulls me to small garage next to the little house and opens the door. My eyes widen as I take in the tools, and random engine parts, and half-built motorcycles. He moves to one that actually looks like it works and sits astride it, pulling me behind him. I tuck the robe between my legs, blushing as I sit.
“Hold on to me.”
“I—”
“Just hold on.”
I shiver as I wrap my arms around his muscled torso, feeling that thrill and forbidden heat again. He reaches over to the wall and jams a button, and the main garage door starts to roll open as he flicks on the headlights.
“Fuck.”
He guns the engine at the sight of the oncoming headlights, yanks his gun up and levels it. I scream as the bike lurches forward and as he fires into the oncoming car. The windshield shatters before it careens off the gavel road and comes to a stop against a tree with a sickening crunch. We roar past, and I see two guys dressed in the same dark suits as the ones back in the house slumped over inside.
My pulse races, and my body feels like its electrified. I have no idea where we’re going, or what the fuck is happening. I have no idea who the man is that I’m holding on to, or why he took me. I have no idea why I’ve just been shot at for the first time in my life.
But most importantly, I have no idea why I’m so excited.
And I have no idea why I’m still so horribly, inappropriately, desperately turned on.
Chapter Six
KIllian
The bike roars beneath us, my hands gripping the bars tight as we thunder into the night. The warm early summer wind hits us, and when it whips her long red hair around my own face, I grin.
Fuck, it feels good having her with me, her arms around me. I know this isn’t real—like, it’s not like she’s my girl and we’re off for an evening ride, but still. I like the feel of her there.
There’s never been a woman who felt like that. Yes, there’ve been women in my past, obviously. I’m not a fucking priest or anything. But they were always… shit I don’t know. Fleeting? Temporary. Something that I needed and then didn’t, and I have zero doubt I was the same for them.
But Nicole is different. Really, really different.
My mind whirls. This entire night has been insane. First her being there, not Leonard. Then my inability to walk away. Then grabbing her, and taking her to the shore house, and then the chaos there.