Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
For a brief second, we lock eyes. He doesn’t seem all that confused or even upset. He looks like he’s trying to focus despite obviously being in pain. His ice-blue eyes pierce mine, and the heartbeat that passes between us makes me feel something deep inside me I’ve never felt before in my life. Somewhere so deep I didn’t even know it was there. It scares the shit out of me.
Just as planned, the crowed swallows up the space around us and I blink, breaking the spell he had me under. A man tries to grab me, but oddly Brad stops him. I slip out, melting into the crowd, and to where I’d left my hoodie. Bo pads behind me like nothing special happened and we are just strolling along. And the chaos of the plaza ignited.
A bloody nose on the live feed, knocking an official to the ground, a pilfered weapon, and a smooth getaway. All before 9 a.m. This is the kind of action that propels our resistance. Someday the Insurgence will be a lion and the Regime a stumbling gazelle. We will pounce. We just have to wait for our moment.
Chapter Two
Brad
The video went viral before I could put a stop to it. The one that’s being shown over and over was videoed by someone in the crowd, not the crew. There’s no footage of her face, and it’s driving me insane. I need to see her face again, though I’m pretty sure I have it committed to memory, but part of me thinks I have to be remembering it wrong. No one could be that beautiful. She was utter perfection. So much so it had stunned me and I let her walk right up to me and punch me.
I’ve watched and rewatched it on my phone while in the emergency room, but only her round ass is visible, and I hate that everyone who watches the video is getting a nice look at it. It appears then disappears like a ghost in the night. The sight of her ass makes my pants feel tight. Then I turn my focus to her tight tank top. Who the hell did she think she was? The video shows her punching me in the face. I fall back, hit my head, and then she’s reaching down for my sidearm. That’s when she slipped in the flower, too. People start to crowd in on me and then she’s…gone. I’m just fucking glad it wasn’t caught on tape me stopping someone from stopping her from escaping. It wasn’t that I wanted her to get free. I just didn’t want that man’s fucking hands touching her to do it, even if that meant letting her slip away from me for a moment.
The image of her is burned into my brain. High cheekbones and insolent little chin. Dark brown eyes and wavy dark hair to match. She looked like some sort of badass pin-up that came to torture me. I could see her collarbone, which is forbidden. Showing skin like that is extremely brazen. Not to mention showing off her big tits in that top. Everything about her was wet sin, and I wanted to slide my cock in it. I needed her under me. It was a foreign feeling to have a driving need for sex.
The Insurgence is mocking us. Why else would they send that hot little street punk to take her clothes off, hand me a knuckle sandwich, and take my gun? Then on top of it she leaves me a damn flower? Nobody knows what that fucking thing means. I think they do it just to mess with us. I didn’t need the fucking flower to mess with my head. She was already doing that all on her very own.
I sigh as I rub my temples and close my eyes. I just want to sleep, but the nurse said for me to stay awake. They need to make sure I don’t have a concussion. I look down at my phone and I think about dialing The Leader to report my missing firearm, but my phone rings first. Shit. This is not going to help the slight headache that has taken up residence in my brain.
“Chalmers, what the fuck?” he yells into the phone before I can say anything.
“Sir,” I say through gritted teeth.
“I saw the video. Where’s the cunt and where’s your gun?”
Boiling anger floods my veins at the sound of The Leader using that word to describe her. I don’t have any loyalty to this woman, but I feel a massive surge of protectiveness that I don’t quite understand. I hear a quiet crack and realize I’m holding the phone too tightly. I breathe in deeply, trying to gain some control and not lose my shit on him.
“I don’t have it back yet, sir, but I have her in my sights,” I answer, trying to ignore the swelling need to hang up my phone. “What have you learned on your end?” I hedge, wanting any information he has on her.