Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Oh, God, I’m… sorry, I—”
“It’s you,” I growl.
Charlotte frowns. “Pardon?”
I smile as I sink into the seat next to her and reach down to grab whatever I can off the floor of the old beater, which ends up being an old baseball hat. Wonderful. I place it over my stubbornly big erection, which is honestly just comical. But I shrug and turn back to her.
“This, I mean,” I mutter, nodding at my lap. “It’s you. I just mean it’s not like I get hard shooting people.”
She blushes wildly and bites back a grin. Gavin chuckles from the driver’s seat.
“Who were those men? And who…”
She frowns, and I know she wants to say, “and who are you,” but she just stops.
“Russian Bratva, I think,” I growl. “But if nothing, else, they were men who wanted to hurt you, and we weren’t going to let that happen.”
Gavin yanks the wheel, and the car dips down a driveway into an underground parking garage. He pulls to the end and turns the engine off, parking us right next to a stairwell.
“We’re here,” he growls.
I nod and open the door, turning to help Charlotte out. Her eyes slip down my body, and I can see her blush as they land on my hand still holding the hat over my dick. Gavin comes around to her side of the car, not a care in the world apparently about his own half-hard cock.
“This way, love,” he purrs, eying Charlotte before he turns to the stairwell door. She follows him, and I follow her, and I won’t even try to say I’m not staring at her tight little ass peeking out from under the tails of my shirt on the way up the stairs.
At the top, while Gavin’s unlocking the door to the safe house apartment, she finally asks it.
“Okay, stop,” she finally says with a shaky voice. She steps back away from us, eying us both with a hard look.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Could ask you the same question,” Gavin mutters.
“Oh, me?” she snaps. “See, you already know me, apparently. You knew my name, at least, and when those guys broke in…” her eyes narrow. “Actually, yeah, let’s talk about that.”
Gavin frowns. “About how we saved you?”
“About how you were there in like one fucking second,” she spits back.
Fuck it. We could dance around this, or we could just get it out in the open and see where it leads. Also, after witnessing the way she freaked back there with those guys rushing in, this whole theory of this girl being law enforcement seems pretty fucking weak. She also doesn’t have a gun. I mean what sort of fucking FBI agent doesn’t have a gun?
“Fine,” I growl, eying Gavin before I keep going. “We were in the room next to yours. That’s how we got there so fast.”
She chews on that, but I keep going.
“And we were there, and we know your name, because we were keeping an eye on you.”
She pales.
“Excuse me?” she growls. “What do you mean, keeping an eye on me?”
“Watching you,” Gavin mutters.
Her face reddens. “Uh, okay, why exactly?”
“I think you know,” he answers quietly, eyeing her with suspicion mixed with lust.
“Enlighten me,” she snaps furiously.
“Okay, stop,” I growl, stepping forward. “Enough. We’re not having this shit out in the fucking hallway,” I mutter at Gavin before turning to push the door open. I turn back to Charlotte.
“Inside, now.”
“Fuck off.”
“Look,” I growl. “Gavin and I, we’re with the Irish Syndicate, here on special assignment from Dublin to watch you.”
“Why the fuck are you watching—”
“Listen, love,” I grumble. “The facts are, some not nice fuckers were there to kill you, and we stopped them, at no small danger to us and ours. So how about we get inside the fucking apartment, yeah?”
She chews on her lip, but slowly, she nods.
“Fine,” she mutters, brushing past me and stepping into the safe house.
Gavin half-grins, shaking his head.
“Fuck me,” he mutters with a small laugh.
“Yeah,” I growl back. “This is going to be interesting.”
I follow my brother inside and lock the door before turning back to Charlotte, who’s now standing in the middle of the fairly large loft-style apartment, arms over her chest.
“Look, sorry,” she says quietly.
“For?”
“For being kind of a bitch just now,” she smiles wryly. “And thank you for before, really. I really do owe you my life, I think.”
“No problem,” Gavin says quietly as he walks across the apartment. He steps into a bedroom and comes back out, tossing me something—it’s sweatpants. I chuckle as I pull them on, liking the way Charlotte sort of gasps as I drop the hat from my cock. Gavin walks over, still bare-assed naked, and pulls on a pair himself, and he’s definitely grinning as he catches her eyeing his package too.
Pants on now, we stand before her. Charlotte’s eyes drop to my arm, and she frowns.