Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I need to get back to Athens so I can make contact and find out who’s alive and who died.
When I push the front door open and step into the house that’s bathed in luxury, my body is trembling so badly that I head straight for the nearest couch.
As I sit down, I hear the front door shut. My eyes dart up, and seeing Knight has followed me inside, I frown at him.
I can’t look weak, and it takes more strength than I have to stand up again. I meet his eyes and say, “You can go.”
He just stares at me, and it has an apprehensive feeling tensing my muscles.
My mouth grows dry, and I hate that my voice trembles when I demand, “Why are you here? What do you want?”
He tilts his head, his eyes flicking up and down my body. “Sit down before you pass out.”
I’m stubborn by nature, and as much as I’d like to remain standing, I can’t. I drop down on the couch, my gaze still locked on the man who confuses the hell out of me.
Silence fills the tense air, and when it’s clear he doesn’t plan on saying anything else, I ask, “Why won’t you leave?”
A flash of something akin to pain ghosts over his features and he rolls his shoulders as if he’s trying to shake something off. Then he heads toward the bedroom, and I’m even more confused as I watch him search the place.
With a frown on my forehead, I can only stare at the man.
Once he’s satisfied that there’s no one hiding somewhere in the house, he takes a seat on the other couch before meeting my gaze.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my tone incredulous.
“Making sure you’re safe,” he mutters.
I exhale slowly before whispering, “Why?”
For a moment, a frown line appears between his eyes, and a muscle in his jaw jumps, then he says, “I don’t need your death on my conscience.”
What?
I blink like an idiot at the man, and it takes a few seconds too long before I think to respond. “I’m not your responsibility.”
He nods.
I shrug and give him a questioning look. “So? You can leave.”
This time, he shakes his head, and his lack of using actual words starts to work on my nerves.
“Did Santiago or the others tell you to keep an eye on me?” I ask, trying to get to the bottom of why this man is sticking to my side.
Again, he shakes his head.
Lowering my face into my palm, I let out a tired sigh. “Jesus, can you please use words.”
His tone is rough and impatient as he mutters, “I told you I’m keeping you safe because I don’t need your death on my conscience.” When I lift my head and meet his intense green eyes, he adds, “I’m your bodyguard.”
My eyebrows lift. “That’s not for you to decide.”
He shrugs. “It is.”
The man is so unbothered by everything but also gives off one hell of a dangerous vibe. I’m not going to lie. I’m starting to think he’s a little insane, and it scares me.
I’ll have to talk to Santiago. He’ll be able to control his sniper.
Getting up from the couch, I walk to the bedroom and lock the door behind me.
I previously left some clothes here, and there’s a fake passport under a different name, along with some cash, a burner phone, and a gun in the vault.
The bedroom door suddenly crashes open, and Knight shoves the shuddering piece of wood all the way open.
I stare at the unstable man with wide eyes. “What the hell?”
“Never lock a door,” he mutters before leaving again.
His crazy behavior is really starting to scare me. I was going to shower, but that’s not happening now.
Even though I don’t have any strength, I rush as fast as I can to get dressed in a cream pantsuit and matching leather boots.
I open the vault and grab the gun first. After I’ve checked the magazine to make sure it’s fully loaded, I tuck the weapon into the waistband at the back of my pants. I take the passport and credit card and shove them into my pockets.
Switching on the phone, I impatiently wait for it to start before using my thumbprint to unlock the screen. I quickly go into one bank account after the other and transfer every last dime to my personal bank accounts. With Dad dead, I don’t want to risk the chance of Michail or Savvas blocking me from accessing the accounts. We might be close, but I don’t trust them not to try and take over the organization and push me out.
Until I’m officially the head of the Greek mafia, the money stays with me.
When I’m done, I dart into the bathroom and quickly brush my hair. After I’ve braided the strands, I put on some makeup, and by the time I’m done, I’m out of breath and feeling dizzy.