Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 77841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
But then I hear the noise. It's a low buzzing sound and from the look on Liam's face I can tell that it's not normal. It's not a generator on the side of the house, or a common occurrence around here.
“I'll never regret taking you,” he whispers. “I'll never regret making you mine even though a month is all we’ll get. Whatever happens, know that it was worth it.”
I swallow, my emotions getting the better of me. “What's that noise?” I ask.
He gives his head a slight little shake, but I don't know what question he’s answering. “A drone. They found you.” He gives me a small smile. It's weak and sad. “You get to go home now.”
Chapter 27
Liam
I cup her cheek for a long moment before stepping back. I need to memorize her face. If I were given the opportunity to choose the very last thing that I ever see in my life, it would be her.
“No regrets,” I tell her before taking a step back and turning away.
I open the screen door, taking the steps to the ground slowly before lowering to my knees on the hard ground. I lift my arms, interlocking my fingers behind my head just as the first SUV is rolling up the driveway.
I can't risk her life with stray bullets. I know there’s no way to fight my way out of this and I'd never endanger her in that way. As if they’re prepared to take over a small country, four huge guys pile out of the SUV, guns drawn, all pointed in my direction. I close my eyes, expecting a hail of bullets. I can’t imagine what the command would have been given by Thomas Reed, what instructions these guys have been given if they find me.
Surviving the situation is highly unlikely, and I knew that from the moment she told me who she was. Thomas Reed isn’t president yet, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be sacrificed if I’m a threat to the United States.
I find myself hoping for death, praying that one of these motherfuckers gets a little trigger happy because I can’t imagine the alternative. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without her. They don’t shoot, but they aren’t gentle as they flatten me to the ground. A knee pinned between my shoulder blades as they yank my hands behind my back and put on a pair of cuffs tight enough to cut off the circulation in my hands.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I growl when one of them yanks me up and jerks me toward the SUV.
“Liam Stone, you’re under arrest for the abduction of Raya Reed.”
I glare at him. He resembles more of a soldier than a cop. “What’s your fucking badge number?” I growl. I should probably comply. I’m caught dead to rights. There’s no arguing that, but I just don’t have it in me. I fucking hate cops, every goddamn last one of them. Twisted fucks that they are.
“Oh they’re coming,” the guy says just as several more SUVs pull up behind them. Within a matter of seconds, I’m shoved into the back of an SUV, as if I still remain a threat. A big burly redheaded motherfucker climbs into the front passenger seat. He doesn’t speak to me. He doesn’t make threats. He doesn’t start grilling me for answers. He sits silently, watching as more than a dozen men armed to the teeth raid my property.
They spread out, some going inside, some going around either side of the house, guns raised as if they’re anticipating some other form of attack. The guy who handcuffed me walks back after speaking briefly with another man and climbs into the driver’s seat. He also doesn’t say a word but I can’t pay any attention to him. I lock my eyes on the front porch, waiting to see her for the very last time.
A radio chatters and I look over at the redheaded man just in time to see him turn it off. I have to smile as if there’s anything I can do about the information I may hear come across the damn thing. He looks familiar.
Movement on the porch draws my attention back in that direction but it's one of the SWAT-looking officers, not Raya. I watch for fifteen minutes as men carry bags of my shit out of the house. I don’t know if it's a scare tactic or what but one of them stops and pulls a bedsheet, the bedsheet, out. I know now probably isn’t the most appropriate time to think about what happened on that bedsheet today, but I can’t help it.
Today was a day of firsts. A day of Raya touching herself after I woke up with an erection that just wouldn’t flag, and I couldn’t wait another minute to touch myself. In the darkness before the sun even rose, she watched me as she brought herself to orgasm. I know what’s on that sheet.