Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I wipe it straight off her fucking face with a fierce backhanded slap.
The crack of my knuckles on her cheek is lyrical gold to my ears, but it has nothing on the thump when she lands on the concrete floor with a groan.
Watermelon Head is forced to kick away my gun when Stace raises her hand to cup her cracked and bleeding cheek.
Kirill looks more amused than annoyed.
“Get up,” he demands a short time later, his tone as mocking as it’s ever been. “It was a fairy tap.”
“Can’t wait to see if you say the same when I beat your fucking face in.”
As he moves behind Ana to untether the rope from her neck, Kirill smirks. “You should pick your words more wisely.” He stops Ana from sprinting for me when her feet make contact with the chair by yanking on the rope he just loosened. “Because you were right to get angry that he steered me to that strip club.” I realize he’s referring to Yev when he leans in to sniff Ana’s hair. “She is very much my typ—” He doesn’t get to finalize his statement. Ana rams her elbow into his groin, causing his words to dangle in his throat along with his balls. “You fucking bi—”
“You touch her and you can kiss your fucking ruse goodbye.”
Kirill’s hand suspends midway through the air before he gauges the authenticity of my threat by staring me dead set in the eyes. He must see the wish to kill him spread across my face as he drops his hand, then shoves a file from a briefcase at his side into my chest. “We leave tomorrow. You need to make sure nothing stops us from leaving.”
He rattles off a heap of demands that follow a similar theme.
I’m his ticket out of Russia with Katie and Lera. Sofia never comes up.
“If Ghost makes any move to stop us from leaving, you are to inform me.”
“I get it. You don’t need to keep spelling it out.” Although I sound like a willing participant, I can’t help but ask, “But why should I trust you? Who’s to say you won’t kill her the instant I leave?”
His lips tuck at one side before he mutters, “I’ll leave you Katie. When you deliver her to the ship, I will exchange her for Ana.” I feel like the biggest prick in the world when he says, “Ghost trusts you with her. He will never suspect that you’ll betray him.”
I can’t put Ana second.
I never will.
“We will exchange at the aft near the third stack of containers or nowhere.” Kirill is lost as to why I requested that specific area of his ship, but Ana gets it. The boat we hid on for days on end is just behind those stacks. There are more than condoms stuffed under the thwarts.
Kirill dips his head in agreement. “Tomorrow morning at ten.” He assists Ana from the ground with more sincerity than Watermelon Head does Stace before ensuring I won’t hunt him down the instant he leaves. “And don’t think we’re not watching.” He cranks his neck back just as he reaches the stairwell. “Or I’ll make her sketch her swallowing my cock. It’ll be sooo realistic…” he mimics my voice during his last sentence, “… you’ll know the exact moment she starts choking on it since the veins in her eyes will burst.”
I could waste the last three seconds warning him of all the ways I plan to kill him, but there’s something far more urgent to express.
“I love you, драгоценный. Don’t you ever fucking forget that.”
Watermelon Head doubles his shoves when Ana struggles to get free from his hold, but not even the gag stuffed in her mouth has me missing her reply.
“Kill them all, baby. Kill them all.”
28
ALEK
“Hey!” Yev peels out of his fancy sportscar and hotfoots it my way. “Why the fuck haven’t you been answering your phone?” Before I can answer him, he fires off another question, “Did you find her?”
I jerk up my chin. In the last fucking place I wanted.
“Where was she?” He shadows my walk to the back passenger side door of my ride, his steps way too fucking agile for my liking. Everything is pissing me off, even the dumb fuck at the lights who tried to rile me for running the red. He shut the fuck up when I pulled a gun out of my glove compartment and aimed it at the crinkle popped between his bushy brows.
“She was at the penthouse,” I reply while yanking my medication bag out of the pocket in the seat. Stace knew way too much about my condition for it to be a coincidence, and back then, I was taking my medication regular enough not to blackout for hours.
Well, I thought it was medicine.
“You fuckin’ bitch,” I grumble under my breath when I notice the manufacturer print on my latest medication doesn’t match the one I had filled before Ana returned to Russia.