Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I looked up at him and said, “I’ve never seen a man have quite so many muscles before.”
“Manual labor, time in the gym, and good genetics,” he said as he bent down, testing the tuck job of the towel as he did.
The towel parted and I saw the tanned expanse of one muscular thigh before the towel broke free at his waist.
He caught it just in time to keep his junk covered, but not the rest of him.
I squeaked and closed my eyes.
“Guess I wasn’t decent after all.” He chuckled.
The bag unzipped and I heard fabric rustling.
“Now I’m actually decent,” he pronounced.
I opened one eye and saw that he was, indeed, decent.
Or, more accurately, he was clothed from the bottom down.
He had on a pair of pants and nothing else.
I doubted he even had underwear on.
But with him turned the way he was, I only got the backside view.
“Show me that panic room, darlin’.”
Before I could, the doorbell rang, and I sighed. “That’s probably my family.”
He jerked his chin toward the shower and said, “Your turn. I’ll get the door.”
I’m not clearing up any rumors about this unless they say I’m out there drinking unsweet tea.
—Cutter to Copper
CUTTER
She was right.
It was her family.
Only, it was Shasha with a stack of papers that said, “Congratulations. She kept her last name, though.”
I took the papers from him and looked at the top sheet.
It was a marriage certificate.
I blinked at the documents and said, “I should probably have told my sister and brothers before I went and got hitched.”
“It happened kind of fast.” Shasha laughed. “Have a good night.” He paused halfway down the walk. “With you here, I won’t leave the guard.”
I nodded. “I’ll take care of her.”
His eyes studied me for a long second before he said, “One hundred and seventeen confirmed rapists killed by you and your club is reassuring, Cutter.”
I snorted. “Confirmed.”
We killed more than that.
Pedophiles.
Rapists.
Murders.
If you committed the crime, and you were a bad person, and the criminal justice system chose to give you leniency, or you didn’t get caught…well, the Truth Tellers would give you the fitting punishment.
Most of the people ended up dead.
Some of them were in places that they’d never be found, living their lives in a way that meant no more happiness for them. Ever.
We knew how to get away with murder, too.
Which, likely, was what brought Shasha’s attention to us in the first place.
“Right, confirmed,” Shasha said. “If I had any doubt that you’d take care of her, I wouldn’t have asked you to marry her and protect her.”
I nodded. “I’ll take care of her.”
And I would.
No matter what it took.
Shasha disappeared through the gate and down the street, a man appearing out of the shadows to walk behind him.
His guard.
Or possibly Milena’s guard.
Once the place was locked down and the alarm was set, I walked back toward the bedroom to hear Milena in the shower.
Whereas mine took five minutes, hers was going on ten, and when I got into the room, it was to see her shaving.
The red towel I’d used earlier was hanging back up along the railing, blocking most of her from view.
I could see her slim shoulders from the back, the way her hair was somehow piled onto her head with only what looked like conditioner holding it in place.
She had one long tendril that’d escaped the mass and was trailing down the length of her spine.
It was so long that I couldn’t see its end.
“Milena.”
She looked behind her and said, “Yeah?”
“You almost done?”
She snorted. “This is one of those showers that’s going to take fifteen minutes because I’m shaving everything.”
I grinned. “Your brother dropped off some papers.”
“What papers?” she questioned, turning fully now.
Her beautiful tits, though on the smaller side, were perfectly perky.
Her nipples were a dusky brown and…
“You have a tattoo,” I said, studying the small sun underneath her left breast, mostly on her ribcage.
She pressed her hand to her breast and lifted it up and out of the way, giving me a better view.
A sun.
“It was a reminder to myself that I’d find the sun again,” she said softly. “And I did, mostly. I just need him permanently gone to finish up the healing.”
If it was the last thing I did, I’d make sure that he was wiped free of this planet.
There wouldn’t be a single goddamn hint of him, not even a name on the internet, when I was through.
She let her breast go, and then leaned her head back so that she was mostly underneath the showerhead.
The water sluiced down her hair then her back, and I watched, transfixed.
For the next fifteen minutes I sat on the counter and talked with her about everything and nothing while she did what she called an ‘everything’ shower.
Her arms were shaved. Her legs were shaved.
She’d exfoliated with something.