Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“When do you want to do it?”
“First things first.” He held out his hand. “The chip?”
“On one condition. I want to be there.”
“Doumar will be there. He insisted. No need for you to witness the massacre.”
“I need to be there.”
“You want to look into Mr. Black’s one eye as he dies?”
“I owe it to him.”
“Very well. As you wish.”
Reaching inside her bag, she took out the pen and placed it on his palm.
His fingers closed around it tightly. “Thank you.”
“When are you taking Jones out?”
“Tomorrow.”
So soon?
He turned back to the tank and said with a disinterested tone, “I’ll send for you and Doumar.”
Having been dismissed, she walked to the exit. At the door, his voice paused her.
“It’s a glorious moment, Miss Val. You’ve just saved your son’s life.”
“I know,” she said before turning and leaving quietly.
Just a few more hours, and all of this will be over. She had to hold onto that and onto the belief that Niels would be saved.
At the club, Doumar waited just inside the door with Diamond at his side. From the way his left eye twitched as he observed her, she knew something was up.
She stepped inside and passed him warily. “Sorry I’m late. I handed the chip over to Godfrey.”
“Yeah, he called.” He shoved a hand into his pocket. “So, if you got the chip it can only mean you fucked him.”
There was nothing to say. She could only stare at him.
“How many times?”
She closed her eyes and looked away. “Doumar, please.”
“Look at me!”
Preparing herself for the worst, she turned her face back to him. His eyes narrowed and simmered. It took her a moment to realize that they were brimming with tears. He raised his arm. She braced herself for the blow, but instead of hitting her, he cupped her face. They stood like that for an awkward moment before he dropped his arm and stalked to the hallway.
At the door, he looked back at her from over hunched shoulders. “I’ve put out clothes for you. Get ready. Godfrey’s waiting. The action is about to start.”
A sick feeling settled in her stomach. “He said not until tomorrow.”
He uttered a snide laugh. “I guess he changed his mind.”
Chapter 11
After briefing the team, Bono checked on the heli, had lunch, and drove back to Sky’s place with the spare key to her caravan in his pocket. He had a phantom itch that wouldn’t stop. Something felt off.
Inside, he started searching for the lock where the key she’d given him would fit. It could be a key to something hidden anywhere, but his gut told him he’d find the answer here. Besides, it was an old-fashioned key, the ornate kind that didn’t fit safety deposit boxes or lockers.
It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for. The key belonged to a pirate-like trunk at the bottom of her bed. It turned without difficulty, meaning it had been frequently used. He lifted the lid and looked inside. The contents took him by surprise. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’t this. He took out the toys, regarding them from all angles. The realization hit him like a brick between the eyes.
Of course.
Why hadn’t he seen that one coming?
Sky had a child.
Five toys. One for each birthday. Five years old.
Doumar’s child.
It made sense. She’d said she hadn’t slept with Doumar in five years. The fucker had made her pregnant on purpose. That was his hold on Sky. That time when she’d kissed Doumar in front of him, it was to protect her son and maybe even him, Bono, from Doumar. The black and blue marks on her fragile body … she’d taken a fucking beating to protect him.
Cold fury rushed through his veins. All the more reason to make Doumar suffer before he dies. He reached for the stack of envelopes in the corner. The top one was addressed to him. The rest were addressed to a Niels. He flipped through them quickly. One for each week of the year. That lousy son of a bitch. Sky wouldn’t have written letters if she saw her child. Doumar was keeping him away from her. That was why she’d do anything Doumar demanded.
Impatiently, he tore open the envelope with his name on it. His fingers shook as he took out the single sheet of paper. The further he read, the bigger his rage grew. Cain and Joss had to see this. He crumpled the piece of paper in his fist and rose. He was at the door when his phone rang. It was Joss.
“Our security has been breached,” the team leader said in a tight voice. “We’re blowing up the building. Where are you?”
“At the trailer park.”
“Meet us at the helipad.”
“Got it.”
He hung up and got onto his bike, riding with the speed of a mad man, racing for life and death.