Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
My body clenched when he questioned…“Whatcha got in there?”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
LUKE
I played it cool when I really wanted to tell him to go fuck himself and mind his own business. I would have, had it not been Duchess in my arms.
With a devious grin, I replied, “She had a little too much fun.”
Only then did I notice his hand was placed on the gun by his side.
I knew I had two choices, and I went with the one that seemed the most natural.
“We got a problem?” I warned in a threatening tone.
I figured I couldn’t pussyfoot around. If they smelled fear, I’d be fucked.
He set his arms out at his sides. “I was just admiring your property. No harm in that, verdad?”
“Well, I don’t appreciate bein’ interrogated when I just paid a shitload of money not to be, so if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to play with my new fuck toy in private.” With that, I started walking, not paying him any mind.
I could feel his hesitation deep in my bones as I walked away from him. At that point, I had nothing left to lose. If he shot me in my back, then that was the way this story would end.
Thank fuck he didn’t stop me.
Or so I thought.
The second my driver pulled up in the limo, the motherfucker was suddenly standing beside me, opening my door.
My heart dropped.
“I didn’t want to end up on the wrong foot.” He deviously grinned. “Allow me.” He backed away, gesturing to the open door.
I simply nodded, stepping into the wide space. He saw me tossing her ass onto the seat beside me, then I slammed the door in his face.
“Go,” I ordered the driver.
Once we were driving away, I wasn’t entirely positive that this wouldn’t turn ugly and a car chase or shoot-out wouldn’t occur. It wouldn’t be the first time. After about ten minutes on the road and making sure we weren’t being tailed by another vehicle, I finally relaxed a bit.
Within thirty minutes, we pulled up to a parking garage where I had another car ready for us. I couldn’t risk someone knowing where we were going, and I didn’t trust the driver as far as I could throw him. I needed to take extra security measures with her in my possession now. I kidnapped his wife, and it was only a matter of time until they found us.
If we were in a war before, this just escalated to full-on anarchy, but I didn’t give a flying fuck about that.
I needed answers, and I was going to get them from her. I was fortunate enough that Sloan was still passed the hell out when I handcuffed her to me, just in case she woke up. No way was she getting away from me.
I made damn sure of it.
Still, she didn’t wake up the entire forty-minute drive to my safe house and not even when I tied her ass to the chair in my office. Pouring some water, I set it on my office table, taking off my tuxedo jacket, then ripping the goddamn bow tie off.
After I rolled up the sleeves on my black button-down, I grabbed the glass, leaned against my office desk, and threw the water in her face to wake her the fuck up.
She did, gasping for air. She was completely caught off guard by what was happening to her.
Maintaining a calm, steady composure, I waited for her to catch her bearings. I stayed fixated on the task at hand, not allowing my mind to wander for even a second.
“What the fuck?” she seethed, whipping her body around.
“Don’t you recognize my touch?”
Her head jerked up, instantly peering up at me with a shocked expression on her face that I was the one who tied her up.
No humor.
No teasing.
No playfulness in my tone.
No grin or smile.
I could see her swallow down the hard lump in her throat, trying to play it off and not read too much into the daunting man staring back at her.
I cocked my head to the side. “Did you miss me, baby?”
She didn’t say a word, she just changed the expression on her face to something unreadable, only further pissing me off. All it did was remind me of how easy it was for her to hide from me.
“Did you miss me while you were spreading your legs for the men at that party?”
A semblance of a grimace appeared on her face, but it was quickly replaced with a neutral expression. The silence simply added to my mixed emotions and the questions soaring through my mind.
“Did they make you come like I do? Tell me, Duchess.” I crudely grabbed her chin. “Did they fuck you with their tongues and fingers like I do?”
I leaned in until my face was inches away from hers.
Until my body loomed over her frame.