Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
I peered into those soft brown eyes and ran my fingers gently down his jawline. My voice was little over a whisper. “I don’t know if I can ever forgive you.”
His reply was pure Twitch. “Never asked for it, angel.”
Arrogant ass.
Looking down into his face, I watched him as he watched me, and being with him, right here on my back porch, felt so right that I frowned, disappointed in myself.
That was the problem, I guess. When you looked at somebody through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags? They were just... well... flags. Unassuming. Safe.
But I knew better.
Running my hands through his too-long hair, I tightened my grip in it, pulling back, forcing his head up and loving the way his lip curled in discomfort. I brought my face close to his, slowly, meaningfully, and when our lips were only a hair’s breadth away, I spoke quietly. “You need a haircut.”
Releasing him quickly, I stood and moved toward the sliding door, stopping only when he uttered a perplexed sounding, “That’s it? That’s all you have to say to me?”
I pursed my lips in thought, tilting my head slightly, and then nodded. “Yep.”
My eyes met his as I locked the door and switched off the kitchen light, leaving him awash in darkness. And to say I was proud of myself was a huge understatement.
Yes.
I was stronger than I gave myself credit.
***
Twitch
A surprised laugh left me as I sat alone on the porch in the dark.
I adjusted myself in my pants and my lip twitched.
She made me crazy. All I wanted to do was hunt her down, bend her over, and drive home, pumping into her sweet pussy until I unloaded inside her.
But I would wait. And that wait would make it all the more sweet.
Chapter Eighteen
Ling
The Cross was having a good night. Music blared as I watched from the closed off balcony, and the second I saw him, my brows lowered.
The fuck was he doing here?
I peered around him, on the lookout. He was alone or, at least, it seemed like he was. Making my way down, I kept my eyes open, anticipating the attack I assumed was coming. But when I saw him sitting alone at the bar, curiosity moved me forward.
My guys were close, watching but keeping their distance, and when one of them stepped forward, I shot him a hard stare. He backed off immediately, and I made my way over, standing behind him, uttering, “What are you doing here, Az?”
He unfolded his long body when he stood. His eyes smiled, and I wanted to gouge them out. “I missed you.”
Fuck him. “You need to leave,” I said firmly. “You’re not welcome here.”
Aslan took a step closer but stilled when I pulled out my gun, aiming it down at his cock. He put his hands up in surrender. “I just came to see how things were going. I know you got a shipment coming. Came to see if you wanted to bury the hatchet. I could help you, Ling.”
He took another step and my stomach ached. He was encroaching, and I didn’t want to hurt him, but I would if I needed to. “Back off, Az.”
“No,” was all he said as he took another small step into me. One more step and we’d be flush against each other.
He was trespassing, violating a code, and my men knew this. I could feel their eyes on me, gauging my next move. Would I allow Aslan Sadik to come into my home and disrespect me in the way he was?
No, I would not.
I couldn’t.
I didn’t want to do what I did, but I would make an example of my beautiful Turk.
Aiming to the left, I pulled the trigger, and the shot rang out over the music. Aslan’s entire body jerked and, putting a hand to his side, he let out a shocked laugh. “You shot me.” He lifted his hand to peer down at the red wetness there, and he panted, “You fucking shot me.” His wide eyes met mine, and as they did, his lip twitched. “You crazy bitch.”
Oh, please. It was a flesh wound. If I wanted him dead, he would be, and he knew that.
One of my men came forward, gun aimed at Aslan, and I stepped back, away from a married man I couldn’t have. “Escort Mr. Sadik to his men. If they cause trouble—” I turned and began to walk away. “—paint the town red.”
As I sat alone in the city apartment with my head in my hands, I couldn’t seem to control my rapidly beating heart. I hadn’t cried in years, not since Twitch died, and if I still had the ability to I was sure I would have. But I had long since dried up.
When the front door opened, I sighed in relief. Something told me he would come, and the moment he stepped into view, shaking his head at me, I smiled sadly.