Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
There was a small gasp from beside me.
“When was this?” I asked.
“Yesterday. Around one in the morning,” he said.
“What was the ship’s name?” I pushed.
He laughed hoarsely. “Do you actually think I got the ship’s name?”
I used my boot to step on his finger, and he gasped, his eyes widening.
“The ship’s name,” I ordered.
He swallowed hard. “It’s a retiring Carnival cruise ship. They’d already stripped the name and all identifying markers off of the hull.”
There weren’t going to be many of those.
“Anything else you would like to add?” I asked. “Do you have any more information about what’s going on?”
The guy’s eyes went wide, his mouth opened and closed, and I knew he was contemplating what to tell me.
“Just tell him already, Jesus.” Brecken threw her hands up. “You’re gonna get a whole lot less dead if you do.”
I looked at her, my foot digging into the man’s finger as I did, and stared.
She didn’t look scared at all. In fact, she looked impatient and exasperated, but not scared.
“I…I…” the man stuttered.
I bore down on his finger once again, and he gasped.
“The man that took him.” he drew in a deep breath. “He looked military. He had a shit ton of men that looked military with him, too. Everything that’s happening down here looks like a whole team of black ops is running it. The one that marched McCloud up the ship ramp, though. He looked like a cop.”
There was no way this was government funded. And the man that’d taken Cayden wasn’t a cop.
At least, not anymore.
I pulled my foot off the man’s finger and said, “Head to the freezer.”
The man scrambled to his feet and ran.
I followed behind when he got the freezer door open.
He started to let the men out that’d already been in there for over ten minutes, but I said, “All of you in. Don’t come out for twenty minutes.”
They all stared at me with wide eyes, but they wisely stepped inside, proving they had a modicum of intelligence.
They knew who I was and what I was capable of. My reputation preceded me.
I’d worked my ass off to get to the point where even hearing my name sparked terror in the eyes of lesser men.
I’d had to practically bathe in blood to get to this point.
The door shut behind the men that cleaned money for Cayden—men that hadn’t even tried to help him as he was taken hostage for something I wasn’t sure yet—and I was tempted to barricade them all in there.
But then a movement at my back had me turning and reminding me of the anger I’d felt earlier upon seeing her there.
Once again, absolutely no thought for her own safety.
Could she not get the fucking hint?
I was dangerous.
My life was dangerous.
Nothing good could ever come out of her knowing me.
Yet, there she was.
Insinuating herself into my life.
Danger was everywhere.
How could I protect her from herself?
I marched back into the room, and there she was, waiting for me.
She smiled, and it was at that moment that I lost control.
In two strides, I had her in my arms.
In another two, I had her pinned against the wall.
Seconds after that, I was ripping her panties off and shoving her skirt up.
Those people that say they could never have a dangerous man in their bed have obviously never had one there. Otherwise they’d keep their traps shut.
—Brecken’s secret thoughts
BRECKEN
I didn’t know what to think when I’d seen him standing there with a gun.
Honestly, the most significant feeling was relief that it’d been him I’d walked in on who was threatening to kill someone and not some random man that I didn’t know.
Couldn’t trust to take care of me.
I should’ve found a way to leave.
Should’ve taken a step back and evaluated my life.
Should’ve…
He stalked back into the room, and I glanced behind him to see if anyone was following.
They weren’t.
When I next glanced at him, he was practically on top of me.
I opened my mouth to apologize for once again getting into his business when he caught me.
One second I was standing on my own two feet, my fingers twirling around the hem of my skirt, and the next I was pinned against the wall.
I gasped, my breath leaving my lungs in such a rush that I went lightheaded.
That lightheadedness continued when in one swift push and tug, my skirt was rucked up to my waist, and my panties were torn right off my body.
Now bare, I was staring in shock at the man whose face looked like a thundercloud.
“What the fu…” I started to say, but in one swift move, I was shoved down onto a cock.
I howled out in surprise.
Not in a bad surprise way, but in an “oh my god, that feels fantastic” kind of way.
My fingernails dug into the side of Shasha’s neck, likely breaking skin, but I couldn’t stop myself because the shock of having his thick, long cock inside of me taking up every available inch of space and more was too overwhelming.