Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“I’ll kill him,” he whispered. “I promise.”
“Do you know him?”
“He was the one who showed up at my gates that night. He was one of the men your father crossed.”
Now I was livid with my father for being so stupid. “Why did my father have to get involved in that?”
“I know what he did was wrong, but I’m sure he had no idea what it would turn into. Your father was a good man who loved you, who would do anything for you. Don’t hate him.”
It was the last thing I’d expected Maverick to say. “Thank you for coming… Thank you for protecting me… I don’t know what to say. I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am that I have you.” More tears poured from my eyes, but now they weren’t from fear. My affection for this man had deepened to a whole new level. I respected him, admired him…and would die for him.
He circled his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. His hand rested against the back of my neck while he cradled me, letting me shed my tears onto his clothes and skin. “I’ll always be your wolf, Sheep.”
12
Maverick
I hid my anger from her.
The last thing she needed was to see me blow up and lose my mind.
I was livid that Kamikaze pulled this stunt right under my nose. He basically declared war on the DeVille family.
Good thing my wife was smart enough to get away.
I was sure that pissed him off.
I drove back into the countryside with her in the passenger seat. Her dress was ripped in the places where he’d grabbed her, and her feet were bloody from running for her life. With her cheek tilted toward the window, she watched the darkness blur past outside. She hadn’t said more than two words since we got into the car.
My knuckles were white because I gripped the steering wheel so hard. I was livid that someone had tried to attack her on her way to her car, but I was also pissed that Kamikaze had crossed me like that. I refused to sell her, so he decided just to take her.
Now we openly despised each other.
It would result in a war with lots of causalities…like I didn’t have enough on my plate already.
But that wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t control her beauty, the fascinating allure that surrounded her. And whenever she opened her mouth to sing…she captured the hearts of everyone in the room. Kamikaze fell under her spell just the way I had so many times…so he had to steal her from me.
Killing Kamikaze wouldn’t be easy. He had a lot of loyal men, men who wouldn’t stop fighting until their skulls were demolished by bullets. This wasn’t the last attempt he would make. He would try again.
So I had to kill him.
It would be much easier if I weren’t at war with my father right now. He had a horde of men I could use. Not to mention, he had a disturbed mind obsessed with bloodlust, so he was the perfect ally to have at the moment.
But Arwen had fucked that up.
We returned to the house and walked inside, most of the lights off because it was past midnight. I didn’t ask if she wanted something to eat because she probably didn’t have an appetite.
We headed to the stairs and started to walk up.
She winced, grabbing the banister for support. Her eyes closed, and she grimaced like the pain in her feet was simply too much.
She was lighter than air, so it was easy for me to scoop her into my arms and pull her to my chest. One arm supported her shoulders while the other hooked underneath her knees. With her cheek pressed into my shirt, I carried her the rest of the way.
I stepped into my bedroom and set her on the bed, feeling the defeat in her limbs. She lay down right away, like she had no energy to remove her torn dress from her body. Kamikaze disturbed her so much that she was practically broken.
With lifeless eyes, she lay there, probably remembering the horrific event again and again.
I pulled the zipper down on the back and got the ruined dress loose before I removed it altogether. I tossed it into the hamper with the intention of throwing it out in the morning. She wouldn’t want a reminder of what happened tonight.
I took off her panties too, knowing she wouldn’t want those either.
I pulled the sheets down and tucked her inside before I removed my clothes and set my gun on the nightstand. I went into the bathroom and did my nightly routine, washing my face and brushing my teeth before I returned.
She hadn’t moved.
I turned off the lamp before I got into bed beside her, her back facing me.