Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 104127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
I nod, looking down.
His fingers lift my chin so our gazes meet again. “Who scared you?”
I shake my head back and forth, his threat from the other day playing in my head. “He didn’t touch me. He didn’t do anything.”
“Who.”
“The guard. The one from the pool.”
His gaze turns murderous. An involuntary shiver works its way down my back.
Goose bumps form on my skin.
Gideon is fear personified. The thing that lurks in the dark, waiting to pounce. He’s the heart-pounding, breath-stealing sensation of being chased by a monster.
He’s what keeps you up at night, terrified to close your eyes. But at this moment, I’m not afraid for myself, but for his soul.
“I’ll take care of this.” He drops my leg and stands.
“Gideon, don’t kill him. He didn’t touch me.”
But before I can say more, he’s already storming out of the room.
15
GIDEON
I storm into the basement control room, my fury boiling over.
“Where is he?” My voice booms like a cannon, reverberating through the space, echoing around us.
From the confused expressions I’m met with, no one knows who I’m talking about.
Julian looks over at Rick, whose eyes are wide.
“Sean, where is that fucker?”
As if he heard me, he walks in from the far door. The air around me turns electric with my rage, and before anyone can stop me, not that they would, I throw my fist back and punch him in the face.
His body jerks as my knuckles collide with his jaw.
“You fucking scared her. You made her bleed.” Not true. But it’s still his fault she was running.
Sean tries to block my attack, but he’s no match for me. I’m too fueled with anger. My muscles tense, and my heart races as my fists fly.
I don’t stop.
Landing hit after hit.
Blood runs from his nose. It’s busted and bruised. Probably broken.
Good, because he fucking deserves it, but a crushed face isn’t enough.
“Never touch her. Never talk to her.”
Hitting him once more, before he drops to the floor. Crimson drips from his mouth. His eye is swollen shut. Panting and choking, he tries to get up, but I’m not done with him yet.
This time, I grab him by his neck and push him against the wall in a chokehold.
Sean’s eyes start to bug out of his face, and his lips start turning blue.
“Boss, you’re going to kill him.”
“Good.”
“Gideon,” he says again, and this time through my haze of anger, his voice penetrates my bloodlust.
“You’re only alive because you didn’t touch her.” My hands drop, and he falls to the ground, a heap of blood and bruises.
I march away, my steps so angry they reverberate through the ground. My head is spinning, and anger churns in my stomach. I take deep breaths and try to focus on something else.
“Boss.” I hear Julian call out as I stride back into the hall and up the stairs. I turn to look over my shoulder. “I need a quick word.”
I incline my head in the direction of my office. He nods and follows as I barrel my way.
My vision is still blurred with my rage. It feels like my whole world is spinning out of control.
I’m still fucking pissed. Kicking the shit out of Sean did nothing to tamp my rage.
Once inside, I wait for him to enter before slamming the door.
“What was that about?”
My jaw tightens, and my teeth grind together. “You aren’t the one to ask the questions, or have you forgotten your place?”
The Gideon Sasha knows is long gone; the ruthless boss has taken his place.
“Understand.” He shifts where he stands. He knows not to fuck with me when I’m like this. However, his answer appeases me. Calms the beast inside.
Heading toward my chair, I pull it out and take a seat. “What did you want to speak to me about?” I reach for the decanter before gesturing for Julian. “Sit.”
He doesn’t wait for me to ask again, pulling out the chair and taking a seat across from me. I pour him a glass. We both need it.
“The shipment.”
“And…” If he tells me the drugs are still missing, I might march my ass back downstairs and kill Sean.
“Nothing yet.”
“Fuck.” Today is not my day. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do, the overflow in the warehouse in Jersey, send it to Lorenzo.”
“We’ll take a hit.”
I sigh. “So be it.”
Julian nods. It sucks. We’re out a shit ton of money, but I’d rather give Lorenzo the drugs, lose money, but keep my reputation, than piss him off and put a target on my back.
Friend or not, if I don’t come through, Lorenzo will kill me.
With that matter of business settled. I lean back in my chair. “Any word on Sasha?”
“No, but we have everyone on it.”
“Good.”
I lift the glass to my mouth and take a large gulp. I need this girl out of my head. She’s messing with it, and it’s only been a week.