Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“We’re just outside of Victoria, Texas.”
“You have got to be fucking shitting me. I’m not far from those fucking bastards. We were just in Corpus when they disposed of me.”
“Damn. No, you’re not, but that’s why we kept it a secret. I found you about ten minutes outside of Port Lavaca Bay. Texas may be a big state, but word travels fast these days.”
“Thank you for keeping my situation a secret. There’s no doubt that I would have been in some serious trouble. Now that I’m awake, I need to get things together before they learn I didn’t die. I don’t suppose I can move on my own yet?”
“I’m not sure how they’d find out, but the sooner you’re back to normal, the better for everyone.” I couldn’t tell if he wanted to get rid of me because I wanted his daughter, or because the cartel would rain down hell on them if they found out they saved me.
“We have been exercising your legs,” my angel said. I wagged my brows at her. She stammered and then continued, “You’re pretty weak right now. I’d say you can start by sitting up with your feet on the floor.”
I moved, but it was slow going and they were there, guiding me into the position.
“Wow, you’re right. I feel fucking weak as hell.” I should be able to pick her little ass up instead of requiring her assistance to move. Soon, I’d have that fixed and then she’ll be pinned to a wall with my cock deep inside of her.
“You’ll get back to normal fairly quickly. Are you hungry?” she asked, nibbling on her bottom lip again. My attraction to her seemed to be out of control, and she felt it too.
“I could use something, but I’m sure it’s too late.”
“I can warm up a little of the leftovers from dinner.”
“So what were my injuries?” I could still remember the physical blows they delivered repeatedly.
“Three broken ribs, two fractured ribs, and massive bruising and head trauma. Most of the swelling and bruises have lessened, but we’re glad you finally came around; it’s been four weeks.”
“Four weeks?” I did my best, but it was hard to feign control when I’d been unaware for almost a month.
“Yes. We’re terribly sorry.”
I cupped her face, wiping away the lone tear that fell. She had a kind heart that I wanted to own, nurture, and protect. “You have nothing to be sorry about, angel. Please tell me your name.”
“I’m Grace, and this is my father, Stanley.” Grace. My saving Grace. I played with her name in my mind, thinking about how perfect it was.
Reaching out, I took her hand in mine. “I can’t even express how grateful I am to you. You both saved me at a time I thought I was a goner.”
“It was the right thing to do,” Stanley said.
“As much as I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, there are some contacts I’ll need to make immediately.” They blanched. “Don’t fret. The person I’m contacting won’t be out to get me.”
“Your wife?” she asked, biting her bottom lip and waiting anxiously for the answer.
“I don’t have one of those yet, Grace.” I tossed her a wink.
“How about we get some food into you and save the call for the morning?”
“I’d like some food, but the sooner my friends know I’m alive, the safer we’ll be.”
“Fine. I’ll go get your food.” She left the room for a moment, and a part of me felt like it was missing. The feeling was indescribable.
“Here’s my cell.” Stanley reluctantly handed me his phone while we waited for my woman to return.
“Okay. I need to do something to it really quick.” I used a trick to turn off all the tracking, including all permissions, and sent the code to Boomer. After serving together for many years, he’d know exactly what I meant.
Still flying. Need Simmons. Victoria. Give her my love.
A text comes back minutes later.
Ok. Will do. MP. Birdie?
Hospital. My saving Grace. 1300.
Grace came into the room with a plate that smelled fucking delicious. “It’s just some pot roast and vegetables, but it reheats pretty well.”
“Thank you, Grace.” She tried to hide the frown, and I pretended not to notice. I handed her the phone in exchange for the food. It wasn’t a lot, but I supposed my stomach couldn’t hold much at the moment.
As a natural reaction, she looked at the phone. “Who is Victoria?” She caught herself, blushing with embarrassment. She had no reason to be jealous, but I’d take any sign of interest as a positive.
“Your town.” Her face turned beet red. “The her is my sister, sweetheart. Don’t worry. There isn’t some woman waiting for me.”
“Oh. Well, I don’t understand what most of that means.” I took a bite again, practically moaning from the flavor. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was.