Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
"Shit. Working in a bar got her a little feisty,” Cyber says. I give the fucker a glare that would make most men cower, but he shrugs.
"Or she just loves her man and almost lost him twice, so fuck off, Cyber."
As soon as the door closes behind us, Mary whispers, "Wow, do you and Cyber have a thing going on?"
"Hell, no. He's a nosy ass." I stare at the door, hoping Cyber can feel my anger.
"Uh oh, did he like scope out your browsing history or something?"
Fucking hell, he probably did on top of following me. "Something like that, but I don't want to talk about it." It comes out a little harsher than I mean it to. Mary’s one of my closest friends, and that’s saying a lot because I’ve known Morgan for years.
"You know, you and I are super close. You can tell me anything. I won't tell anyone."
"Yeah, I know." I want to say it, but then she’ll worry and let it slip to Beast, and then somehow it’ll get to my brother who will kill Emiliano with pleasure.
She pats my hand and then says, “Okay. I'll give you some time alone." As she leaves, I’ve suddenly lost my appetite. I’m just going to go home and sleep before my shift at the bar. I sneakily leave and make it home within twenty minutes.
“It’s going to be a busy night,” Blade says when I finally wake up from my long nap. I look at the clock on the wall as I let out a yawn.
“Shit. It’s that late?”
“You seem tired. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I’ve got to get ready. I’ll talk to you later.” I wave him off and return to my bedroom to get dressed. Weekends are always busy at Panhandles.
Chapter 9
Emiliano
Every day I count my blessings because my ass shouldn’t even be here, but it’s been over six weeks without my little siren. I miss the fuck out of her.
My old suite has already been demoed and rebuilt like nothing ever happened. Hell, even the security footage has magically been erased too. I’m still pissed that it disappeared because I haven’t found out who’s behind all of this, so she’s not safe until I do.
The police labeled it an accidental fire from a faulty device and shared that with the media, but the truth had been that a C4-like bomb had been left in the room to detonate at ten on the dot. Even so, the police had no more evidence than we did. If I’d been a minute sooner, I’d have met my maker. Fuck, if Roxanne and I had still been in bed, making love... I can’t even think about it.
Indy and Cyber are working on getting to these fuckers, but all I can think about is the next physical therapy session so I can get approved to fly. I need Roxanne by my side. I drop my head as I walk with the cane that Magnus picked out for me.
I call Cyber because for some reason, I’m doubting Indy’s loyalty. “We need to talk. How is she?”
“Acting like nothing’s wrong, but I see the way she looks at the happy couples around here.” Damn it. I hate having secondhand knowledge on my woman when I should be there with her making sure that she isn’t miserable. The longer I stay away, the worse it gets for me.
“She’s probably thinking I abandoned her.” My heart cracks more and more at that realization. I wish I could tell her how much I love her.
“Relax. She’s not going anywhere. You’re the one who needs to get better and nail these fuckers because Roxie needs you.”
“I know. It’s killing me. I have a feeling I’m being played by some on my staff.”
“I’m sure you are, but they’re quick to pass the buck. Everything still leads to the Amicis but at the same time, it’s too easy. I’ve been looking into their financials, and there’s no one on their payroll. On top of that, I’ve tapped their phones. I’ve sent you the audio on a secured file with Roxie’s birthday as the code. Listen, and we’ll nail the ones after you so you can get back to Roxie.”
“Thanks. You’re proving more loyal than my own.”
“Don’t thank me. This is for Roxie. She’s crazy about you, and it would hurt her if something happened to you. Besides, it would kill Blade if someone hurt his sister. We’ll get the bastards.” We end the call and I play the audio.
“Enrico, have you heard anything from Martín?”
“No. He’s almost gone completely underground. I wonder if the stories are true. They say it was a gas leak in his hotel suite, but I call bullshit on it.”
“Do you think someone tried to get the bastard?”
“I do. I’m betting he’s probably pissed off a lot of people with his self-righteous ass. Fucking pussy.”