Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 118114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
He stilled.
I was on top of him, something sticking in my side and the warmth of my blood soaking into my shirt. “Been wanting to do this a long time.”
He smirked. “You’re no better than me, Kai.”
It was my turn to smirk. “Actually, I am better. Because I’m the one with the knife to your throat. And I’m going to take great pleasure in killing you.”
His smile dropped and his eyes widened. “I’ll give you whatever you—”
I didn’t care to hear what he’d trade for his life because nothing would stop me from killing him. But it wasn’t the knife at his throat that killed him. It was the other one I’d grabbed in the dirt from where I’d tossed it earlier when I ‘surrendered.’
I lifted my body inches off him before stabbing the knife up between his ribs.
He grunted with surprise, face twisted with agony. My hand still on the hilt. I jerked up further. Blood spurted from his nose and mouth and a screeching sound escaped his throat.
I climbed off him, but straddled his body while I peered down at him.
His hands went to the knife still lodged in his chest as if to pull it out. Then he went limp and his arms fell to his sides, eyes staring and blank.
“You guys done yet?” It was Tyler over the headset. “The body is starting to stink up the place.”
Vic huffed then said, “Dragged his ass into a classroom.”
“You good, Tyler?” Deck asked.
“Good, boss. A few pints short on blood. Fading out, so you might want to hurry the fuck up.”
I stepped away from Moreno and noticed Connor beside me staring at Moreno, a murderous glare in his eyes. He walked over to the body, unsheathed his knife, bent and stabbed Moreno in the throat. Then he wiped off his knife on Moreno’s sleeve and placed it back in his leather sheath.
“You have his wife?” I asked.
He nodded, but his eyes were still on Moreno. Hatred burned pure and steady from him. I was uncertain how Moreno and his wife played into Connor’s life, but it wasn’t good, and Connor obviously had some of his memories back, although I was uncertain which parts.
Vic had taken off to get Tyler while Ernie checked the bodies, and Deck and Tristan filtered out the kids and talked to them. Well, Tristan spoke, but his soft reassuring tone was nothing like the cocky playboy Georgie had complained about coming into her coffee shop when she’d been assigned to make contact.
When the last of the kids came out of the room, Connor’s eyes deviated from Moreno to them. There was a flicker of softness before they hardened again. Tristan lowered a ladder into a pit on the north side of the yard and climbed down to get the kid, Trick.
Deck jogged up to Connor and me and said to him, “You remember?”
Connor’s expression was blank. “Don’t need to remember. Told you to leave me the fuck alone.”
Deck stiffened, brows lowering. “Connor, it’s over. You can come home. We’ll get you medical—”
Connor’s harsh, gravelly laugh had Deck stop short. “Too late for that.” He glanced over at the kids. Tristan was crouched down in front of them speaking, his hand on Trick’s shoulder. “She was good with kids.”
“Who?” Deck asked.
Connor began to back away, his eyes never leaving Deck as if he were waiting for Deck to kill him. “She’s in the sewer tunnels under his house. West wall. Get her the fuck out of Colombia.” He’d backed all the way to the door and then his eyes narrowed. “Tell my sister I’m dead.”
Then he was gone.
Six weeks later
THE BED SAGGED, and I instantly woke as Kai kissed the back of my neck and slid in behind me.
“Hey, baby,” he whispered next to my ear then kissed the side of my neck.
“Is it time to get ready?” I’d fallen asleep after Kai fed me then fucked me on the dining room table before carrying me to bed and showing me how much he loved me.
His hard cock pressed into my ass and I wiggled back into him.
“Not going to Deck’s engagement party. Told you that.” His arm curved around my waist then squeezed. “Fuck. Love you in my bed naked.”
“Kai, we have to go.” I tried to turn over to face him, but he held me tight against him. “Georgie and Deck will be disappointed.”
He snorted. “Do you think I give a shit if Deck is disappointed?”
“Okay, well, maybe not. But Georgie.”
Deck and Kai would never be friends and in the six weeks since we’d been back in Toronto, we’d only seen him once. Tristan and Chess invited us over to show us the house Mason Developments was building for the kids rescued from Colombia. Deck and Georgie were there, along with Ernie who was overseeing the project.