Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
I barely have time to register Mino is also in the car with me when Nicholas slams on the brakes, whipping the car around, and we’re flying down the road.
“What the fuck?!” I scream, spinning and glaring over at Mino, who is frantically pulling his phone from his pocket. “You better be calling backup for him, Mino, or I swear to fucking God—”
I cut off when Enzo’s voice fills the car and slide across the seat, huddling in closer to see the screen.
Mino yanks it away at first, pressing the mute button, but I am so done fucking around. I fist my pretty pink dagger, the two-inch one attached to my inner wrist, and slide it free, jamming it straight into his thigh.
“Ah, fuck!” Mino howls, head yanking my way in surprise. “Was that necessary?”
“Give me the fucking phone.”
Mino hesitates, eyes moving between mine.
“Now!” I scream.
With a sigh, he lowers his chin, passing it over just as a scared and shaking Katana appears beside Enzo.
I quickly press the unmute button.
“If you’re lying, you’re all dead,” Enzo issues his dark promise. “Even the pregnant one.”
Royce lunges at Enzo then, but his brother catches him around the middle, and Raven slides in front of him, putting herself between my husband and her family.
“He’s known to go rogue,” she snaps. “Don’t push him.”
“Who the fuck does she think she is?” I mutter to myself.
Mino scoffs, but I don’t look away from the screen, just lift my middle finger his way.
Enzo only lifts his chin. “Get the fuck out of my territory.”
I sigh, dropping back, and toss Mino the phone with a glare. “Great. We missed everything they said, jackass.”
Mino watches as the Brayshaws disappear and doesn’t click off the feed until Enzo is back in his car with the door closed. He waits several seconds, then looks my way with a grin. “You realize you’re in trouble, right?”
“Don’t fucking talk to me.”
Mino chuckles and, for the rest of the ride home, says not another word. But he does laugh when, yet again, the moment the car yanks to a stop, the door is yanked open, and my ass is hauled out by my very pissed-off husband.
I sigh, going limp in his arms and forcing him to use his muscles to carry me.
If he wants to get inside to fight, he’s going to have to work for it.
I figure he’s going to take me to our bedroom and have this out, but he doesn’t.
He takes me to his office, throws everything off the desk with one swift swoop, and sets me on top of it.
His eyes are wild as he glares down at me, and slowly he starts to remove his jacket and tie. Never once does he take his gaze off me as he goes, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows next.
He opens his mouth, and I expect him to start to shout, and he does, but not at me, for his second.
Mino saunters in a moment later.
“Lock the door,” Enzo demands, and his second does as he’s told.
Enzo pushes my ass back a bit, then grips me by the ankles. Lifting one to the desk, sticking straight out to my left. He takes the next and does the same thing, putting me into a full split.
I lift my chin, unfazed. I could hold this position for hours on hours. Not sure what he thinks he’s gaining here. Enzo pushes on my chest lightly, and I take the cue in stride, using my core muscles to lower onto my back with ease, my legs not so much as moving a muscle. He rounds the desk then, and my eyes snap to Mino, leaning against the wall near the door, gaze trailing his boss.
Enzo runs his hands from my shoulders to my palms, linking his fingers through mine as he pulls them up, stretching them out at my sides, so they’re parallel with my legs. He lowers, skimming his lips across my forehead, and I do all I can to keep my expression blank.
“Mino, do you remember the man from the Karson case?” he asks his second.
Mino doesn’t respond, but after a moment, his footsteps draw him closer until a shadow falls over my torso. Enzo opens a drawer, something clicks, and then I feel them.
The chill of cold metal, locking around my extremities; by the time I attempt to yank upward, they’ve already got the other wrist and ankle in their hands, and I’m officially locked down on top of the desk. Still in a full split with my arms out at my sides.
My eyes snap up, locking onto Enzo’s as he pushes to his full height from his position behind my head. His eyes are hard and a complete contrast to the gentleness in which he gathers my hair from behind me, laying it out so it hangs over the edge of the desk. He runs his fingers through the curls a few times before releasing it completely and moving back around the desk so he’s at Mino’s side.