Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Their helicopter hovers dangerously close. A fourth gunman aims straight at her. I fire and hit him straight between the eyes. His face explodes into a pink mist of chopped meat. He falls. Another chopper pulls up on our starboard side.
“There’s another helicopter,” I scream to her so I can be heard over the roaring wind. “We need to take them out!”
“Fucking bring it!” she screams. “We’re gonna do something risky. Trust me.” She signals to the pilot to bring our helicopter close to the ground.
“Do what she tells you!” I yell into my headset. Even with the headsets, the noise is deafening.
As we approach the ground, Isabella screams, “Get ready to jump!”
“Are you fucking insane?”
“Trust me!” She looks straight into my eyes. “Husband.”
Fuck.
“We’re getting out,” she says. “Keep us steady and don’t fucking kill us.”
As the helicopter grazes the ground, she grabs my hand. We leap together, landing hard on the grass of what appears to be a park of some kind. I pull her up and yank her behind me.
This caught them off guard. We use the element of surprise to our advantage. They stare, shocked, for a second as their chopper whizzes by, but that was probably her whole point.
We dart for the trees nearest us. The enemy chopper swings back around, lands and deposits four more sicarios on the ground directly in front of us before we can reach safety.
A thin, lithe woman lunges straight for Isabella, but she doesn’t even bat an eye at the threat. Elbow to the neck crushing her larynx, knee to the belly, she knocks her attacker down and puts two bullets in her skull, her life ended in an instant. Another shoots at me and misses. I pull the trigger, thankful my brother doesn’t cheap out with weapons. His chest explodes.
Two down.
I look up and see Isabella riding on the back of a third attacker, plunging a blade into his neck, his blood spraying everywhere. Definitely potential psychopath.
Three down.
The fourth takes aim at my wife; I take immense pleasure in pulling that trigger. Within seconds, we’ve eliminated every damn man and woman who has dared to attack us. They never stood a chance. We secure the enemy helicopter.
I quickly make my way to the cockpit. “Stand down!” I scream at the pilot, my gun jammed into his temple. He scowls and doesn’t respond. Isabella comes up behind me, her blood-soaked face a mask of beautiful fury, like an avenging angel.
"¡Retírate, imbécil!" she screams. “Sabes quién soy y sabes de lo que soy capaz!”
I have no idea what she just said, but he absolutely does. With a whimper, he turns to face us. For a moment, I think he’s given himself over, but at the last second, he lunges toward her. I pull the trigger.
She looks at me with wild eyes. “My hero.”, she says with a wicked smile, her eyes flash with a fire and hunger I could drown myself in.
“Where did you get the knife from?” I ask.
“I took it from that bitch.” She laughs, her triumphant smile even wider now.
“Hand it over, now.” I command.
Isabella reluctantly places the blade in my outstretched hand.
Breathing heavily, I grab the headset. “We’re secure, get back here and pick us up.”
A moment passes. Another. My phone is out of control with calls and texts from my brothers. I can’t deal with them right now. I need a minute to collect myself.
When we finally climb back into our chopper, the pilot stares, wide-eyed at the sight before him, Isabella’s blood-soaked face a mask of pure unadulterated joy is not something he ever thought he’d see in this life. His gaze immediately turns and focuses ahead of us as we lift off into a blue sky dotted with clouds. “I’ll make sure you get a bonus for this,” I tell him. I turn back to Isabella, who’s trying to catch her breath, but her eyes still burning bright. She fucking loves adrenaline.
“Nice work,” I tell her.
“You, too, mi querido jefe,” she replies, a small, grudging smile playing on her lips. “If we were on a plane, I’d fuck you senseless right now. That was so goddamn hot.”
The pilot chokes.
“Ignore that,” I snap. I tap him out of our conversation. He can talk to us if he needs to, but he won’t hear us.
Good. We need a minute.
I turn back to her, wrap my hand around the back of her neck, and yank her to me. Without a word, I kiss her, our mouths clashing together. The combination of cortisol and epinephrine surging through our bodies heightens our senses to a fever pitch. She moans, her tongue licking mine, and just like that, I’m hard as a fucking rock. I kiss her until our breathing syncs. She tastes like whiskey, adrenaline and blood, and I want more.