Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“So you’re not mad at him?” she asks cautiously.
“No.” I can’t help but chuckle.
She runs a hand through her hair. “Well, now I’m embarrassed,” she mumbles to herself.
Bones and I have an understanding. He had her; I wanted her. I wouldn’t call my friend stupid, but I would say when he wouldn’t commit to her, it was a mistake. Emilee is the full package. She’s the kind of woman you use in the bedroom but parade her around as a fucking queen in the streets of peasants.
“I just didn’t know what we are.”
I frown.
She explains further. “I didn’t want you to think I was putting a label on us. But I also wanted him to know what we were doing. I’d hate to come between the two of you.”
“It’s not like that.” I smile at her concern. “But as for us …” I run the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “You’re mine, Em.”
“Yours?” She seems shocked.
“Yes.” I run my hands down over her neck and feel her pulse race. “Have a problem with that?”
She swallows and shakes her head, whispering, “No.”
“Good.” I lean down and press my lips to hers. “Now pack your bag and let’s go.”
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I exit our private elevator underground to the meat locker. Nigel is already waiting for me and Bones. “Good afternoon.”
Yes, it is. I find my days to be much more tolerable when I open my eyes to see Emilee next to me. Naked. I love the way she moans when I wake her up for sex before I start my day. “Good afternoon.” I nod and walk down the long hallway to the heavy metal door at the end. I open it up and step inside the cold space. Bones enters behind me and locks us inside the concrete room. Grave and Cross are not present, but Luca and Nite are. Along with three other men I know all too well.
They each sit in a chair at the single table in the middle of the room. They jump to their feet the moment they see me.
“Titan, I can explain …”
“How you failed at the only job you were supposed to do.” I interrupt him.
Matt fists his hands and his jaw sharpens. “He outsmarted us.”
Bones arches a brow. “Did he, though?”
“Woah.” Tommy throws his hands up. “You think we did this on purpose?”
So defensive right off the bat. I cross my arms over my chest but say nothing.
“You can’t be serious,” the last one, Steven hisses. “We had the house surrounded.”
“Exactly.” I hiss. “How the fuck did you let George get away?” These were our three guys who were supposed to be our surveillance. We put them on George’s detail because I thought they could be trusted. Now the fucker is gone and these three are going to tell me exactly what I want to know. “Where the fuck is he?”
“We don’t know.” Matt growls, taking a step back from the table. He runs into Nite who shoves him forward.
“Bullshit!” I snap.
“We heard that there was movement out back,” Steven speaks up. “By the time we made it around to there, he was already in a car and on the run.” He swallows. “We managed to catch up with him on the highway, but when we looked closely there were three identical cars. We followed the one that we had had eyes on since the house. We managed to run it off the road, but it was not him.”
“So, you followed the wrong one?” I make sure I heard him right. “There were three of you, why didn’t you each follow a car?” It’s not fucking rocket science. There’s more at stake here than five hundred thousand dollars. Fuck the money! Now our concern is him coming back for Emilee.
Tommy steps forward. “We were only down to two cars. When we went to take off my tires had been slashed.”
“Unbelievable.” Bones hisses beside me.
Quite so.
“This wasn’t our fault. They had the drop on us.” Matt snaps at him.
“Sounds like you allowed them to have that advantage on you.” Bones shoves him backwards. “Now the question is was it on purpose or just a coincidence?”
“Wait a minute.” Steven looks from him to me. “This was not intentional. We were set up.”
I look over at Bones and he shrugs at me. It’s my show. “You’re right. You were.” I say and pull three bullets out of the front pocket of my black slacks. Luca walks over to me and hands me his Smith and Wesson 629 classic revolver. I open it up and insert the three .44 magnum bullets into the cylinder and then spin it before snapping it close.
I raise the gun and pull the trigger, shooting Steven in the leg. The sound so loud in the concrete box that it has me momentarily deaf. He falls to his side, holding his thigh. His eyes wide as he watches the blood cover the floor. He starts screaming.