Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
And I owe both to Michael Kincaid.
Fuck.
"What did he want, Naz?" Brynna asks softly, her head against my shoulder.
"A favor," I say.
"What kind?" she asks, pulling back to look at me.
"The kind that requires a fucking criminal, evidently."
She narrows her eyes at me. But I didn't say anything that wasn't true. We both know it.
"Will you help him?" she asks.
It's a good question. I owe him everything. But whatever he wants could put her in danger. I've spent six years ensuring she was safe, that no one even considered coming for her. And they haven't. After Rojas, no one would fucking dare.
But the people Kincaid deals with? They don't give a fuck about the rules. They don't fear anything. Not even a motherfucker like me.
"We owe him," Brynna whispers, stroking my cheek. "He saved our lives."
"Fuck," I groan, scowling at her as she unravels every one of my fucking reservations with that sweet voice. She's right. He saved her life. He saved my entire world. Whatever he wants…I owe him.
Brynna smiles softly. "Don't look at me like that, my love. You know it's true." She brushes her thumb over my bottom lip. "Beside, you need a new challenge anyway. Too much peace makes you cranky."
"Peace?" I chuckle, amusement breaking through the frustration in a way only she manages. "Mi amor, reina de la guerra, I haven't known a single day of peace since I met you."
She arches a brow. "Do you regret it?"
"Not a fucking chance," I growl, claiming her mouth in a hot kiss. "Not for a single second, little one."
"That's what I thought," she breathes against my lips, clenching and gushing around my cock.
I press her up against the dresser again, showing her exactly how little I regret it. Not even a little bit. Not at fucking all.