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)
Then he leans into me, and rolling me onto my back, he kisses me as if I’m the most precious thing to him.
Chapter 29
KNIGHT
All my men are gathered in front of the mansion and the SUVs stand ready.
Cassia comes out the front door, and when they all look at her, jealousy surges in my chest.
She’s wearing a tight as fuck, deep-red pencil dress with the sleeves hanging off her shoulders. Her hair is curled, and her makeup makes her look like a seductive siren.
I notice the holster strapped to her shoulder has my Heckler & Koch tucked into it.
Fuck. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard.
Saunders opens his mouth, and I growl, “One word, and I’m shooting. Just one fucking word.”
Davies chuckles, patting me on the back. “Lucky bastard.”
I know. Trust me, I know.
Stepping forward, I place my hand on her hip. “You look fucking hot.”
“Not what I was going for,” she mutters. “I wanted to look badass.”
“You do.” I step back and glance at all the men. “You have your orders. Let’s move out.”
I stalk to the SUV at the end of the line and open the backdoor, then turn to watch as Cassia walks toward me, looking every bit the head of the Greek mafia that she is.
She slides into the back, and I join her while Davies and Miller get into the front. Miller starts the engine and waits for the other SUVs to move before he follows them.
I lean into Cassia and ask, “Ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“My Heckler & Koch looks good on you,” I mention.
“I’m glad you like it,” she chuckles.
“We all like it,” Davies mutters.
I dart forward and slap him upside the head.
“What?” he pretends to look all innocent.
“You know what,” I grumble.
Ten minutes later, when we turn up the road where Savvas lives, Davies presses on his earpiece and says, “Radio check.”
I hear him clearly through my earpiece and mutter, “Check.”
One by one, every man checks in, then Saunders’ voice sounds in my ear, “Approaching mansion.”
Cassia grabs hold of my thigh, a nervous expression tightening her features.
I place my hand on hers and give her a squeeze. “Everything will go according to plan.”
“I just don’t want to lose any of our men.”
“Turning steal,” Saunders’ voice comes through the earpiece again, signaling they’re about to breach.
I let go of her hand, and releasing the magazine from my machine gun, I check the rounds before slamming it back into place.
The first SUV rams the gates, and we all follow it onto the property.
When we’re close enough to the mansion, Miller slams on the brakes, then he and Davies get out of the SUV. Gunfire erupts, and a few seconds later, Davies hits the door twice, indicating it’s safe for Cassia to climb out of the vehicle.
I go first, my gun ready and my eyes scanning over the front yard. Bodies of the few guards lie here and there, but not as many as I thought there would be, which has me frowning. I expected the place to be heavily protected.
As Cassia exits the SUV, she moves partially behind me, like I told her to do.
I start walking with her glued to my back, and Davies brings up the rear while Miller moves slightly ahead of us.
Closing in on the front door, Saunders’ voice comes through the earpiece, “Enemies all down and four targets contained in foyer. All clear.”
I glance over my shoulder, nodding at Cassia, and she moves in front of me, lifting her chin high as she steps into the house.
She looks so fucking powerful pride fills my chest for my woman.
CASSIA
As I enter the house, my eyes take in the three dead guards before I focus on Savvas, where he’s kneeling with his hands on top of his head.
Sweat pours down his face, and the moment he sees me, he says, “Cassia, what’s the meaning of this?”
My eyes flick to Arthur, who looks like he’s been beaten to within an inch of his life. “What happened to you?”
He struggles to stay upright, and his right hand keeps slipping off his head. “I found out Savvas was the traitor and came to confront him.”
“Lies!” Savvas shouts. “I found out he betrayed us. My men had to rough him up, but I was going to bring him to you.”
“You can put your hands down, Arthur,” I say before looking at Savvas’ terrified daughters.
“Remove the girls,” I order no one in particular.
Two of my men move forward to carry out the order while Savvas shouts, “No! Please Cassia. I’m telling you the truth.”
Slowly, I walk closer to him until I’m only a few steps away. As I look down at the man my family loved and trusted, I say, “I assume you don’t have that many guards because the bratva withdrew their men.” A smile curves my lips. “In case you were wondering, they left because I made a deal with Nikitin, and he doesn’t need you anymore.”