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)
Her eyes widen. “Is that a proposal?”
I shake my head. “No.”
There’s still one more thing we have to discuss before I can ask her to marry me, but there’s no way I’m doing it now.
Christ, I might never propose, because how the hell do I tell the woman I love I shot her when she was seventeen?
Realizing my answer was blunt, I say, “I want to enjoy this stage of our relationship. We have our entire future ahead of us. There’s no rush.”
Her playfulness returns as she teases, “Do you want to date me?”
I pull her in for another kiss, then grumble, “I want to do more than just date you.”
Grabbing hold of her leggings, I pull them down her legs. I fucking miss the shorts she usually wears, but with all the men around, I’m glad she’s not wearing them.
Happy to see she doesn’t have underwear on, I growl, “I want to fuck you.”
I kiss my way up her thigh and remove her T-shirt. “I want to make you come.”
I lift her onto the island and spread her legs wide so I can step between them. It’s late, and I know no one will come into the kitchen.
Cami leans back and places her hands on the marble top. “Show me how much you want me.”
“You better hold on to something,” I warn her before I lean down to have my way with her pussy.
Chapter 32
Cami
After the moving company cleared out my penthouse, I put it on the market to sell. I’ve scattered my belongings throughout the mansion, which I intend to keep.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go of the home I shared with Papa. Philippe will remain here to take care of the place for me.
I’m glad he didn’t decide to leave. It will be nice seeing a familiar face whenever I come to check on things.
I’ve opted to be a silent partner in Papa’s company. The board will make most of the business decisions because I have no experience in solar panels or running a massive company.
I’m sitting in Papa’s favorite armchair, remembering the beautiful memories we made in this house, but after a while, the anger creeps in.
The police haven’t found out anything new regarding Papa’s assassination.
They can’t get away with killing my father.
Max comes into the room and sits down in the same seat he sat in when I met him. “I’ve arranged a private jet for us. We leave tomorrow.”
I nod.
His gaze scans my face, then he asks, “You okay?”
I take a deep breath. “You’re good at finding people, right?”
“Yes.”
“I want to hire you.”
I think it’s the only way I’ll find some relief from my sorrow. I have to know who’s behind the hell I’ve been put through.
A frown forms on his forehead. “For?”
“I want to know who’s behind it all. I want them brought to justice.”
He stares at me long and hard before he says, “If it’s justice you want, then you have to let the police do their work. If you’re looking for revenge, then I can help.”
Justice or revenge?
These people tore my life apart.
I keep eye contact with Max as I think about my options.
There’s a chance the police won’t solve this case, and I can’t let that happen.
Am I willing to cross the line? There will be no turning back.
Max gets up from the chair and comes to crouch in front of me. Taking my hand, he says, “You don’t have to make the decision. I’ll make it for you.”
I slip off the chair and wrap my arms around his neck. With my mouth by his ear, I whisper, “I want revenge. I want them to suffer like I’ve suffered. I want them to bleed like my father bled. I want them all to pay for what they’ve done to us.”
Max pulls back to look at my face. His eyes fill with violence and rage. “Whatever you want, baby. I’ll hunt and kill every single last person responsible for your father’s death.”
Lifting my hand, I press my palm to his jaw, the stubble of his week-old beard rough against my skin. “I want to be there for every second of pain you make them feel.”
Max takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly as he considers my request, then he shakes his head. “Leave the killing to me, baby.” His eyes caress my face. “Watching the life drain from someone will change you. It’s not something I’m willing to risk.”
Sighing, I nod. “Fine, but I want proof of death.”
There’s a cruel gleam in his eyes as he says, “That I can do, but I don’t want to be paid. It will be my pleasure to take revenge for you.”
As he rises to his feet, he lifts me against his body. I quickly wrap my legs around him, and while he carries me out of the living room to our bedroom, I kiss and suck on his neck.