Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Under control, my left nut. It’s fucking spiraling into chaos.
The shitty part is I’m getting used to having her around. I find myself listening for her footsteps, waiting for her to wake up or get out of the shower. Any interaction with her excites me.
Camille has to attend a fashion event, and I have to admit, I miss being at home with her instead of between all these people who are willing to spend money on a piece of so-called clothing no one would be caught dead in.
She’s wearing a breathtaking dress that shows every sexy curve of her body, but every time a model walks past us, Camille fidgets with her outfit.
I’m starting to get the feeling she’s self-conscious, and I don’t like it one bit.
She lets out a groan then whispers, “Just my luck.”
“What?”
She doesn’t answer me, and I follow her line of sight.
Christ.
Juliette’s wearing the same dress as Camille. I’m going to go ahead and assume this is never a good thing for a socialite.
When Juliette reaches us, the cameras start flashing like crazy, which means the two women will be front page news tomorrow.
Unable to stop myself, I place my hand on Camille’s lower back to give her some support.
“Darling, what a disaster,” Juliette says, her mouth downturned. She glances over Camille’s body, then asks, “Why would you wear this dress? It doesn’t suit your curvy body.”
My eyebrow rises, and anger pours into my chest.
Camille lifts her chin, and smiling at Juliette, she replies, “You look beautiful as always. I need to do my rounds, so you’ll have to excuse me.”
When we walk away, Camille mutters under her breath, “At least I have an ass, and I don’t look like a stick insect.”
“You should’ve said that to her face,” I mention as I glance around the area.
The fashion show’s being held outdoors, making my job harder than usual.
“I won’t stoop to her level,” she grumbles, then checks the time on her phone. “Fifteen minutes, and we’re out of here.”
“Got it.”
My eyes lock on a familiar face, and every muscle in my body tightens. Jedrik Rusnak. Gun for hire and the second-best assassin.
We’ve been playing a cat-and-mouse game for years, and the only reason I haven’t killed him is because I didn’t want to waste a bullet.
Up until today, it hasn’t bothered me, but with Camille by my side, it changes the entire game.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Instinctively, I take hold of Camille’s arm while slipping my free hand behind my back and gripping the handle of my gun.
“We have to leave right now,” I growl.
Camille glances around us as I pull her toward the exit. “What’s wrong?”
“Just walk,” I order, my eyes staying on Rusnak. “Faster.”
“Max,” she whimpers, fear tightening her voice. The sound digs into my heart.
Rusnak starts to walk, sticking with us, which means we’ll meet at the exit.
Fuck. This is not going to end well.
I give him a look of warning, slowly shaking my head.
The only thing stopping me from taking the shot is Camille, but I’ll fucking kill him if he tries anything.
A smirk pulls at his mouth, his eyes locked on mine.
I slow my pace and pull Camille partially behind me. “Don’t panic or cause a scene.”
“What?” Confusion laces the word, and I can feel her trembling.
“Stay calm,” I order right before we come face-to-face with Rusnak.
“Maxim Levin,” he chuckles with a cocky air around him. “What a surprise.”
“Now is not the time nor the place, Rusnak. Walk away while you can.”
The smirk on his face grows, and for a split second, his eyes flick to Camille. “Working?”
Every muscle in my body is wound tight and ready for action. “Always.”
We scan our surroundings simultaneously, then he mutters, “Me too.”
Rusnak prefers to kill his targets up close, whereas I prefer they don’t see it coming. The risk is lower that way.
My jaw clenches as I growl, “Who?”
He glances in the direction of the crowd. “A businessman.”
Camille grips my arm, and I feel her press against my back. She’s shaking like a fucking leave.
I gesture with a nod of my head for Rusnak to go.
Again his eyes flick to Camille, and I shake my head. “Don’t even think about it.”
He lets out a dark chuckle. “I’ve been busier than usual the past few weeks and wondered where you were. I almost got my hopes up and thought you were killed. But here you are. And with a woman, no less. Interesting.”
I take a deep breath, my fingers flexing around the handle of my gun. “Walk away before I put you in a body bag.”
Rusnak lets out another chuckle. “It was good seeing you again, Maxim.”
Just fuck off already.
He starts to walk toward the crowd, then pauses and looks directly at Camille. “Word of advice, beautiful. Associating with an assassin won’t do your public image any good.”