Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
But the pipe holds. I reach the alley below as the sound of Pascal’s guards entering his room bellows out from the open window. I hurry to the street and keep going, hands shoved into my pocket. I turn at the corner, make another turn, and keep on walking, losing myself in the narrow streets and blind curves of the city I grew up in, the city I know better than any other.
I doubt Pascal’s men will look for me.
I suspect they’ll be relieved. The old asshole was past his prime and dragging them down. But now there will be a fight over who succeeds him, and I’ll be completely forgotten in the resulting chaos.
Most of all, Brianne will be safe, and Pascal got what he deserved.
I keep walking. I breathe the smell of the sea. I think about the old days, of my life before Pascal took me in. The struggle and the fight. I was a skinny little rat back then; who would’ve guessed I’d end up like this? Married to a beautiful woman and building my own empire. Sometimes, life really is strange.
The sun begins to rise as I make my way back to the hotel on the other side of town. It’s a small boutique place, but we’ll move on to somewhere fancier now that the job’s over. I ditched the gun a few hours ago down a sewer grate.
She’s awake when I come into the room. Room service must’ve brought up coffee already. She’s sitting on the small balcony looking out at the ocean, and I pause for a moment to stare at her. Brianne’s so lovely it fucking kills me.
“How’d it go?” she asks when I join her. “Did you take care of it?”
I smile at how easily she talks about murder these days. My fucking queen.
“It’s done.” I lean across the table to give her a kiss. “How’s the coffee here?”
“Surprisingly good.” She pours me a cup. “What should we do today?”
“I was thinking we’d stay in and cross some items off your list.”
She shakes her head, grinning. The breeze blows through her hair and makes her loose shirt ripple. “Pretty sure we already took care of that a while back.”
“Then we’ll make a new list.”
“Not a bad idea, but I have a better one.” She crosses her legs and leans toward me. “How about we start that family?”
I stare at her for a long moment before standing. She grins up at me and laughs as I grab her and lift her from her chair, knocking her coffee over as I carry her back to the bed. She struggles and hits, but nothing’s going to stop me now.
“I didn’t mean this second,” she complains as I bury my mouth on her breasts. “God, Julien, can I at least finish my coffee?”
“We’ll get more later. I have a wife to impregnate.”
“Fuck, you idiot,” she moans as I yank down her panties. “You have to agree to give our kids Irish names first.”
“Irish names?” I cover her pussy with my mouth. “Absolutely not. French names.”
“First one’s Irish. Second one’s French.”
“Third and fourth are also French?”
Her back arches. “We’ll see about three and four.”
“I’ll convince you.”
“You’re doing a very good job so far.”