Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
She closes her eyes.
“Easy… easy,” I woo the chopper.
She grips the belt with white-knuckle force. We have been flying over land for a while now as I looked for somewhere safe to land.
This looks as good a place as any. It’s deserted, nobody for miles, with a relatively flat paddock.
“Woo, girl,” I murmur to the chopper.
The chopper hovers above the ground and I gently place her down. Rosh drops her head into her hands in relief. “Thank God,” she whispers. “How the hell do you do this for a job when it’s scary as Hell?”
I reach over and undo her seatbelt before I take mine off.
We wait for the blades to stop. I open the door and then climb down to go help her out.
“Hang a second, let me grab my backpack.” She bends down and grabs her backpack and handgun.
“You brought a backpack?” I frown.
“Yes.” She shakes her head. “Do you think I’m stupid?” She jumps out onto the ground.
“No comment,” I mutter dryly as I walk off.
She hurries to keep up with me. “I have your two passports and mine and our wallets and your phone.”
I narrow my eyes at her. How does she know I have two passports? I turn and begin to run. “Keep up,” I snap.
“I am,” she bites back.
She’s a ballsy little bitch, I will give her that. I turn and take the backpack from her and put it onto my back. “What’s in here?” I ask as I flick the long grass out of my way.
“Just what I told you,” she calls. “Oh, and I bought you a sweater,” she adds from behind me.
I stop still and turn to her. “You brought me a sweater?” I frown.
She nods quickly.
I smirk.
She smirks back. “It does seem kind of ridiculous now, come to think of it.”
I burst into laughter—deep, bellyaching laughter. This fucking woman will be the death of me.
“You don’t think twice about shooting your uncle who you thought was your father, but you remember to pack me a sweater.”
“It could get cold,” she cries out in embarrassment.
“That will do me.” With a shake of my head, I turn and start to power walk. The terrain is too rough to run. We will end up breaking a leg. We walk quickly at the edge of a forest under the canopy of trees for protection from the skies above.
We have walked for over an hour and it’s hot.
“I stink,” she calls from behind me. “I need deodorant.” She swats the bugs as she walks. “I don’t suppose you have any in your pockets?”
Fuck’s sake. I keep walking and ignore her. Nothing new. I’ve been ignoring her the whole way.
I’m so pissed off. All of my plans were ruined in three minutes of crazy.
“Do you think it’s much farther?” she asks.
I don’t answer.
We keep walking for another half an hour. “Are you going to keep ignoring me?”
“Yes,” I snap.
“Why?”
I turn and raise an eyebrow and glare at her for a moment before I return back to my power hiking. She has got to be kidding?
Another hour we walk.
“How much farther, the town looked closer than this. Are we even going the right way?” she calls.
“Stop fucking jabbering and walk faster,” I yell.
We finally get to a farmhouse and I duck down low to do a risk assessment of the area. A large stone house and three cars sit idly. I wonder if anyone is home. I’m squatting down behind the building as I look around, and then, without hesitation, Rosh walks straight up to the car parked in the drive way and gets in.
I look around nervously. Shit. What is she doing now? I glare at her and shake my head angrily.
This chick has a fucking death wish… and I may be the one to kill her.
She pulls the cover off the front of the car and hotwires it. It starts on the first go.
“Get in,” she mouths.
I glance around. This is just great. When they find the chopper, they are going to doorknock the closest houses. She has just effectively told them where we are. With one last look around, I run to the car and get in and she speeds off just as a man and a woman come running out from the house.
I can’t control my anger any longer. “What the fuck are you doing?” I scream.
“Right now?” She glances at me. “I’m stealing a car.”
“Do you discuss anything before you do it or are you just in this alone?” I yell.
He eyes flash to me and she frowns. “What’s that supposed to mean?” The car veers around the corner at speed and she nearly loses control. The car swerves as she straightens it back up.
“Stop the fucking car!” I yell. “Can you even drive?”
“Yes, I can drive.”
“Get out! I’m driving. Stop the damn car now.”