Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Good morning, Mr. North. Enjoying your morning breakfast?” Fuck I love that mouth on her. From the first moment we met, she gave me that sassy tone, and it stole my heart. Now it gets me harder than a rock.
“Yes,” I grunt with my mouth full of her pretty little cunt. “Excuse me. I don’t want it to get cold.” Smirking, I happily finish my breakfast without interruption.
****
We head up to the mountain cabin to drop off the clothes for Milana. We tried calling this morning, but she didn’t answer her phone. Bethany assumed she was sleeping in like we did or rather not so much sleeping but staying in bed. I’m happy for her if that’s the case.
The road is clear and we’re not seeing any problems on our way up the mountainside path to Seth’s home. When we get all the way up to the driveway we’re shocked to see multiple all black on black vehicles. “Fuck, that can’t be good.
“Oh no. They must have found them.” Bethany clutches onto her purse, reaching inside to find something and comes up with her cell phone.
I call Milana’s number from my dash and she answers right away. “Hey, are you okay?” I ask her.
“Um…yeah. It’s a crazy story, but yeah.” Her voice is weak and shaky. Bethany and I share a pointed look at each other before I turn off my ride.
“We just pulled into the driveway.” We didn’t quite believe her, so we got out of the SUV and walked up to the front door and knocked.
Seth and Milana come to the door. “I can call the sheriff or my brother.”
“No, please don’t.” She shakes her head vehemently which only adds to my suspicion.
“You can signal if you’re in trouble and we’ll call the Feds if you need us to. They’re on US soil and they’re no Americans,” Bethany informs her.
“No, trust me. It was a big misunderstanding. My sister’s here too and she’s going to have a baby.”
“Oh, my goodness. Does she look a lot like you?” Bethany questions. I’m not sure why, but I hold my woman close with her slightly behind me because I don’t trust these thugs coming into our small town. Russian mobsters aren’t welcome here to cause trouble to our peaceful area.
“Yes.” She opens the door a little and the girl on the sofa could be Milana’s twin and she’s with a giant good-looking bastard that I recognize. Several other men stand around the room in expensive suits and they’re closer to our ages.
Damn it, I need to get Bethany away from the handsome Russians in the room. Why are there so many of them?
She gasps and I’m not sure exactly why until she speaks. “I thought it was you.” I point to her sister. “I saw her by the campus, and I thought it was you and I thought,” Bethany pauses, ducking her head.
“That I was with Colter…” Milana finishes.
“You and Colter…” Seth growls, holding onto her tighter while glaring daggers at me. Shit, I hope he doesn’t want to fight because even though I’m strong, this guy is mountain tough and he’s some type of former military shit. I’ve got nothing to compete with and I’ll be on my ass in a heartbeat over nothing.
“No.”
“It was a misunderstanding.” Bethany waves it off. “Anyway, we brought the clothes.” She points to our vehicle.
Milana gives a half-hearted smile before frowning. “Thanks, but apparently, it’s not needed. When I ran away my sister went into my dorm room and snatched my clothes to make sure I had something to wear when they found me.”
“Well, that’s so good. I’m glad everything worked out.”
“So am I,” Milana says, staring up at Seth.
My phone rings, interrupting our conversation, reminding me that we’re running behind to meet my mother. Maybe I shouldn’t have decided to fucking eat a second breakfast like a damn Hobbit this morning. Although I’m not sure they do it in the shower and theirs consists of actual food not pussy.
“Sorry, we’re supposed to help my mother this afternoon and she’s anxious to see us,” I say.
“We’ll see you soon, right?” Milana asks Bethany and me.
“Yes. If I can get him to come back to Holly Hills or if you’re going to be on campus. I have finals next week.” I doubt Milana will be making it back to campus any time soon if Seth gets his way.
“Okay. See you soon.”
“Take care.”
Bethany dips her head in, waves, and says, “It was sort of nice to meet you.”
“Same to you,” the man with Milana’s sister says with his heavy Russian accent. I don’t remember his name exactly, but I am well aware that he’s extremely powerful and has been doing business in the city recently. .
“Wow, was that weird or what?”
“Weird. They’re the Russian mob we’re lucky they didn’t drag us in and start interrogating us.”