Series: The Circle of Monsters Series by Sam Crescent
Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
“You certainly loved that chocolate tart,” he said.
“It’s chocolate. What crazy person doesn’t like chocolate?”
He chuckled. “True.”
She finished licking the spoon and placed it on her plate. For several seconds neither of them spoke.
“I know why you’re waiting,” she said.
“Yeah, and why is that?”
“Because when we leave here, reality will return and we’re not just two people enjoying a date, but two people who came together because of a kill contract,” she said.
He didn’t like to think about that. Galen didn’t say a word.
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
He stayed silent.
She looked around at the buildings along the waterfront. “Do you think they have a hotel room for us to stay at?” Skye asked.
“It wouldn’t matter. A hotel room is private and perfect for getting rid of loose ends.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Skye sighed. “Well, until the next one, I thought this was an amazing date.”
He shouldn’t care. Her opinion shouldn’t matter to him. He’d been nice and done the best he could, and yet, he did care.
Galen smiled.
“And there you go, you should totally do that more often.” She winked at him and he chuckled.
Skye entertained him. She loosened the tight grip around his heart and made the world a better place.
“I’m not afraid,” she said.
“You’re not?”
“No, I know you’ll protect me and I’ll do everything I can to have your back.”
He wanted to reach across the table and kiss her, hard. There would be time for that, as soon as he got rid of the two men. He signaled the waitress for the check, paid for their meal, leaving a generous tip, and then got to his feet. Putting his hand at Skye’s back, they stepped out of the restaurant. He already had his hand on a gun as he walked her back toward his car.
She didn’t argue with him, just followed his lead.
There was no sight of Petrov’s bodyguards, but he had that strange feeling traveling up his neck, which told him he was being watched. Gritting his teeth, he opened Skye’s car door, rounded the vehicle, and climbed inside.
“I must have been wrong,” Skye said.
“You’re not wrong. They’re around, they’re waiting, and will probably attempt to throw me off the road or follow us to my secure location.”
“You can’t let them do that,” she said.
“I’m not going to. When we get out of the parking lot and on the main road, sink down. Keep your head low.”
“Galen, give me a gun.”
“Babe, you don’t know how to use it, and you’re more than likely going to shoot yourself with it. Just get down. I’ll handle the rest.”
“I don’t like this,” she said.
“Trust me.”
“I do.”
There was no hesitation and he couldn’t help but glance in her direction. There was a smile on her lips, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. He did know she was being sincere.
At the exit line of the parking lot, he looked left and right, and took the left which would lead him away from his safe house.
“Get down,” he said, but Skye had already done it.
He spotted the car following him, and he recognized the men inside. There were no other cars on the road. He noticed the glint of a gun, and as the first bullet sounded, he pressed down on the gas, moving to the other side of the road.
“I can’t believe they’re shooting at us here. Those idiots!” Skye released a scream as another bullet came at them, this time shattering his wing mirror on the passenger side, which pissed him off.
Now he was going to have to get that fixed.
“Skye, take the wheel.”
“Galen?”
“Just do it.”
Skye didn’t argue with him. She grabbed the wheel and he spun around, aiming his gun, taking out his own back window. Now he was even more pissed.
The car swerved and he gritted his teeth, trying to get a visual in the darkness. The light from a lamppost seemed to shine at just the right time, and he took out the driver. Instantly, the car jerked, suddenly turning right and flipping, taking the passenger and his gun with it.
Spinning around, he pressed on the brake, put the car in “park,” and climbed out.
“What are you doing?” Skye asked.
“Stay here.” He left his car door open, and walked the distance down the embankment. There was no way he could leave anyone alive who worked for Petrov. The car had collided with a tree, the engine smoking and hissing.
The passenger was freaking out as the airbag had gone off, disarming him.
“No, no, wait, wait, please don’t kill me. I can tell you where Petrov is—”
Galen had heard enough. A single bullet to the skull and the man was dead. He didn’t need information on Petrov’s whereabouts. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed up the clean team. Giving the location and details, he hung up, and walked back to the car.