Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“She had a husband. Did that stop you?”
He shook, and his mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out.
“You’ll go first.”
“Please just listen to me…two boys and a girl. What will they do if I don’t come home?”
I nodded to Bleu.
My guys pushed the man over onto his side, head to the floor.
“Please!” He turned hysterical. “I’m sorry. I was just following orders—”
“A dick doesn’t get hard on demand.” I pressed my boot on top of his head. “It got hard because you enjoyed it. Now I’m going to enjoy this.”
“No!”
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
His screams grew louder every time I slammed my foot down. When a crack formed in his skull, he got even louder.
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
He went quiet.
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
I kept going until the floor was a pile of bones, brains, and blood. Where a head used to be was just a scene from a nightmare. Didn’t faze me at all. “Alright. Who wants to go next?”
We pulled up to the bar.
There were only a couple guys inside, drinking at four in the morning because their boss owned the place. I could see them through the dark window, sitting right at the bar with their tall glasses full of whatever piss they were drinking.
“You sure about this?” Bleu was in the back seat with me.
“Yep.”
“They’ll all be armed.”
“And so am I.”
“It’s three on one—”
“I got this.” I stepped out of the car and went up to the door. Of course, it was locked, but it only took a couple shoulder jabs to get the door to fly open.
The three of them were still, looking at me like I was some drunk idiot who’d wandered into the wrong bar. I straightened my jacket then approached them, and once they got a better look at me, they realized I was the real deal.
“Lucas?” I stopped in front of my opponent, the one so arrogant that he sized me up without getting off his stool.
“Who’s asking?” His hand remained on his glass.
“Laura’s boyfriend.”
His eyes gave a flash.
“Looks like you’ve heard of me.”
His hand dove inside his jacket for his gun.
I grabbed him off the chair and stabbed my knife right into his side.
He gasped as he stilled, like he could feel exactly where the blade was.
The other two men had their guns drawn, but with their comrade right in front of me, they were powerless to do anything.
I looked at both of them, knowing one of them had been married to Laura. It must be the one on the right, because he was built and good-looking—but still undeserving of her. But whether that assumption was right or not, it didn’t matter right now. “All I have to do is twist this knife slightly to the left and I’ll puncture your right lung. You might make it to the hospital, might not. Depends on how fast you can haul ass.”
Lucas barely breathed, like he was afraid too big a breath would push up against the blade.
“You tried to hit my girl?”
Lucas was paralyzed, blood dripping down his side and soaking into his jacket and shirt.
I pushed my knife a little deeper. “You didn’t think that question was rhetorical, did you?”
He ground his teeth as he groaned. “She fucked with me first—”
I pushed the knife deeper.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, alright? What do you want from me?”
“I want you to know what will happen if you try that again.” I pulled the knife out in one swift movement.
Lucas practically collapsed on the floor.
I kept him upright. “Do we have an understanding?”
“Yes…Jesus Christ.”
I let him fall to the floor.
The one I assumed to be Victor lowered his gun.
Smart man.
I stared at the other one, curious to see just how stupid he was.
After he glanced at Victor, he slowly lowered his weapon.
Lucas continued to groan like a slug on the floor.
I wiped my blade on his coat before I walked out.
When I walked in the door, my footsteps stirred her.
She sat up, her thick hair all over the place, her eyes squinting as she tried to see in the dark. “Bartholomew?” Her hand reached for the sheets beside her, looking for me even though she knew I wasn’t there.
“Right here, sweetheart.” I stripped off my clothes then got into bed beside her.
“Where—where did you go?”
“Had some things I needed to take care of.” I rolled on top of her, positioning her naked body underneath me. She was still half asleep, so her body moved exactly the way I wanted it to, opening for me so I could slip between her soft thighs.
“What things…?”
I slid inside her, succumbing to her heavenly flesh instantly. My dick hardened even more, aroused that I was the only one worthy of this woman. That I was the only one who could handle a woman with this kind of fire.
The questions ceased when she felt me burrowed in her tightness. Her nails hooked into my flesh, and she writhed underneath me. The moans came immediately. The hot breaths. The sexy whispers. She grabbed my ass and tugged. “Bartholomew…”