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’d already saved her, but that wasn’t enough. She’d had a taste of my world, the cruel reality of dealing with men like me. She’d saved those women from the barn, but she’d never imagined she would be in their shoes herself.
I pressed my chest to her back and wrapped my arm around her waist, reminding her I was there. Surrounded by these four walls and an indestructible fortress, no one could touch us. And even if they could, I would be the last man standing. “You’re safe, Sheep. I won’t let anything happen to you…I promise.” I’d made a vow to her father that I would protect her from the psychopaths that wanted to use her, but my commitment didn’t stem from just that. I wanted to keep her safe because that’s what she deserved…not to be assaulted in an alleyway.
She turned around and faced me, her blue eyes gazing into mine like she thought I was her hero. Her fingers gently touched my arm, and she was nude under the sheets, her tits barely covered by the thin fabric. She was naked and beautiful, but sex wasn’t on my mind. “I know you will, Maverick. It all happened so fast… I haven’t had time to process it until now. I was in survival mode and just trying to get to the next place. But now that I’m here, safe and sound, I’m more disgusted by that man than I was before.”
He was garbage. “I’ll kill him. He won’t be around for long.”
“He’s enormous…the guy was like seven feet tall.”
“Doesn’t matter how big he is. He bleeds like everyone else.” A bullet to the skull would kill him just like it would kill me. In hand-to-hand combat, it might be a little different. If he landed a single punch in the wrong spot, he could kill me. But I had speed to compensate for that.
“I still don’t want anything to happen to you. I want him dead, but I don’t want to lose you in the process.” She had been terrified just minutes ago, but now she was worried about me. When her mascara was smeared down her face and her lips were tight with unease, she somehow looked more alluring. When she was scared, she allowed me to console her…and that was sexy.
“No matter what, he needs to die. He crossed me, and I can’t let that go unpunished. And if I don’t kill him, he’ll just try to take you again. In his eyes, you’re already his property. You’re his investment.”
“I’m no one’s property—except yours.”
I did my best to control my dick’s reaction, but it was in vain. My cock hardened automatically at her confession, growing plump and full of blood. But I kept my mind in the game, focusing on what mattered. “He was at the party where you played the piano. We spoke privately while you sang, and he offered me more money. When I refused, he offered me a cut of your profits.”
Her cheeks drained of blood and turned pale. Shock entered her gaze, like her mind couldn’t believe something so vile.
“Then it became clear that he was planning to get you one way or another—so I might as well take his money.”
“Who the hell does he think he is? My father may have scammed him, but that’s not my problem.”
“That’s not how the real world works, unfortunately.”
Her eyes filled with rage, offended that she could be seen as a product rather than a person.
“I have to kill him before he kills me. No other way around it.”
“Can I help?”
I wouldn’t let her be anywhere near him again. “No. I have to take care of this on my own.”
“How? You’ve got men and he’s got men. This will be a war.”
“Unless I can figure out a better way of doing it…” An idea came to mind, but I wasn’t thrilled about it. It only left me a fifty percent chance of survival, and those odds simply weren’t good enough for me. “They call him Kamikaze for a reason. He’s unhinged and a psychopath He’s just as likely to kill himself as he is to kill his enemies. He’s unafraid of death, so he does crazy-ass shit. That gives him the upper hand because you never know what he might do next.”
“I hate this guy more and more…”
“Sometimes, when he’s at a stalemate, he plays Russian roulette with his enemies.”
When her eyes widened, it was obvious she knew exactly what that entailed.
“He’s pulled the trigger on himself before…but he managed to survive.” A bullet shattered his skull and sank into his brain, but doctors were somehow able to remove it and keep him breathing. He didn’t lose any mental abilities.
“And he still plays it?” she asked incredulously. “That didn’t deter him?”
“No. That’s why they call him Kamikaze.”