Total pages in book: 211
Estimated words: 201554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1008(@200wpm)___ 806(@250wpm)___ 672(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1008(@200wpm)___ 806(@250wpm)___ 672(@300wpm)
Savage glances at me. “I’ll do it for you. Just say the word. I can’t stand that little bitch.”
I don’t think he’s completely joking. I know he’s a surgeon and a mercenary which doesn’t compute in any equation in my mind. A man who can kill and heal is a strange creature, but then so am I. Whatever the case, I don’t look at him. I don’t want to encourage him. If anyone gets to kill Isaac before this is over, it’s me. And I don’t think that’s what Blake or Harper wants to hear. “Hurry up with that name,” I say, opening the back door for Harper.
She moves in front of me, but when she would climb inside, she turns to face me, her hand planting on my chest, under my coat. Her hand is always on my chest and I swear every time my icy heart warms. I want to end this and figure out life with this woman minus the damn Kingston family.
“Do you think Gigi’s dead?” she asks, trepidation in her voice, and I know now it’s not about her love for Gigi. It’s about that sweet, caring part of her, that even the Kingston hate hasn’t destroyed, and I’m not going to give it a chance to finish the job.
“The odds are not in her favor.” I brush her hair from her face. “Get in, baby. If I can get answers out of Isaac, I need to do it and get this over with.”
She doesn’t even sway that direction, let alone move. “How bad is this going to get between you two?”
“Get in,” I order. “Assassin, remember?”
Her eyes go wide and she climbs inside. I quickly follow and eye Savage. “Give us five, man.”
Savage glances back at us and says, “It’s a lovely day in the neighborhood,” and he gets out.
I think a lot of people think he says things that make no sense but he makes sense to me. Every time, and with every bad joke, there’s a meaning. And there’s a lot of fucking anger beneath his surface, which I know because I have it, too.
“I’ll push his buttons,” I say, answering Harper’s question. “He’ll lose his shit. If I estimate correctly, there will be a detective or two around to witness it all. I don’t need to kill Isaac as Blake suggested to get revenge. Isaac is really damn good at burying himself alive.”
“I know you think you know what to expect with him, Eric, but he came here for a purpose. It feels like some sort of set-up. Like there’s a play going on and we’re in the third act, but we’re the only ones who don’t know what comes next. We don’t have the script.”
“I’ll be careful. I’ll be cautious. Is that what you want to hear?”
“Yes. Can you say it again?”
I angle her direction. “I will be careful. I will be cautious. I will not kill him unless he makes me, but if he does anything to even remotely attempt to hurt you again, there’s no saving him.”
She wets her lips and then kisses me. “Killing him gets way too complicated, and complicated might delay the goal I’ve set for myself.”
I inch back to look at her. “What goal?”
“Licking every tattoo on your body.”
My cock thickens, the idea of her tongue on my body stirring a blast of dirty thoughts that I find far more appealing than dealing with my brother. “Is that right?”
“Yes,” she says, her hand sliding low and stroking my zipper. “So let’s go get this over with so I can get started.” She tries to pull away, but I hold her fast and easy, my mouth closing down on hers, my tongue stroking deep before I say, “Do you know how much I want to take you back upstairs and keep you naked and in our bed for days on end?”
“I’d like to be naked with you and in our bed for days on end. Yes, please.”
I kiss her again, a firm press of my mouth to hers. “Let’s go so we can get home.” I knock on the window.
Savage climbs back inside and another man I do not know joins him. “This is Adrian. He’s a badass. He eats too much and talks too much, and tells really bad dad jokes, when he’s not even a dad. But he shoots straight in every meaning of that statement.” Adrian lifts a hand and Savage glances over his shoulder at us to add, “Regarding Grayson’s protection, I trust Smith. I know he got off on the wrong foot with you, but he’s good, man. Really good. And Grayson is layered with surveillance and backup. Also, Blake told us to hold a moment. He has something for you.”
I nod and Savage turns his attention to the front, leaving me with Grayson on my mind, which is why I text Davis: Grayson was just at my apartment, pushing to be more involved in what is getting dirtier every moment. Get him the fuck out of town.