Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
He whipped around, immediately eyeing me up and down with a menacing regard. Quickly realizing I was holding his piece at my side.
“Ya think I’m fuckin’ scared of you cuz you holdin’ my gun? Motherfucker, please. I got more bullet holes in my body than I fucked in hers, and we fucked a lot. Right, baby?” He nodded toward Camila, and for some reason, that comment made me want to take his head and slam it into the bar, just to shut him up.
“Well, what’s one more to each head then?”
“Ah, shit…” he hissed. “You tryin’ to be gansta up in here! Who the fuck you think you are?!”
I stepped up to his face, not backing down. Although I was a doctor, a professional, it was second nature for me to fall back into that hood mentality. My expensive clothes, house, lifestyle didn’t change who I was inside. I grew up in this shit.
You fought to survive, end of story.
I dealt with men far worse than the piece of shit in front of me, labeled “foster dad”. Sean didn’t know who he was fucking with.
I sized him up, spewing, “I’m the man that’s going to take her home, that’s who.”
He grinned before looking over at her. “Camila, let’s go. Now!” Wanting nothing more than to prove me wrong.
There wasn’t a chance in hell I would let her leave with him, but thankfully she stepped back like I hoped, almost losing her footing in the process. I didn’t hesitate, snatching her up before she fell to the ground.
Was she shit-faced?
Instantaneously, I felt this jolt of a spark between us, and all I did was grab ahold of her by her waist. Tugging her into my body, she gasped as her hands collided with my chest.
Her breathing hitched.
Her lips parted.
Our mouths were suddenly inches apart as her dilated eyes locked with mine, feeling it too.
She breathed out, “You felt that, right?” Narrowing her eyes at me.
The strong scent of whiskey, and her assaulted my senses.
“You’re drunk.”
“Yeah, but I still felt that. Did yo—”
“Camila, I said let’s go! Now!”
In one second flat, she was pulled away from me and I immediately felt the loss of her touch, her scent, her everything…
“No!” she panicked, tearing me away from whatever the hell had just happened between us. “I don’t want to go with you! Let me go!”
I didn’t hesitate, stepping out in front of her. Crudely shoving him off as hard as I could. I placed her behind my back, shielding her with my body.
“Touch her again, and I’ll make sure you can never fuck again!”
His eyes went exactly where I wanted them to. The gun that was still at my side, fully aware of what I was implying.
He was about to get in my face when someone shouted, “Sean! You ain’t wanted here! Leave before I call the cops!”
I didn’t take my eyes off the son of a bitch in front of me, not for one second. I knew better.
He snidely smiled at me and then to the man I sensed coming up behind me. That was the key to altercations similar to these. No matter what, always be aware of all your surroundings.
“Danté, even you know you can’t keep her from me.”
“Sean, just go,” Camila slightly slurred, pitifully trying to remain upright.
Without thinking, my arm wrapped around her waist and she shuddered in my protective embrace. That goddamn spark making itself known again.
“I’m gonna make you pay for this, Camila. Remember, I know where ya live, I know how to get in, I know everythin’ ‘bout you. They can’t protect you all the time.” Sean shook his head, backing away. “This ain’t over. She’s my queen. I fuckin’ own her. Watch your back, motherfucker! Cuz I’ll come for you next if you keep her from me!” With that he turned and left.
“Camila,” Danté chastised. “Why did you date him again?”
Until I saw that Sean was truly gone, I didn’t look away or at either of them.
Needing to make sure she was no longer in danger.
“Aiden…” Camila mumbled, bringing my intense stare over to her. “I mean… Dr. Pierce… can you… make… the room… stop… spinn—”
I caught her in my arms.
Because my nanny, just blacked the fuck out.
Chapter 5
<>Aiden<>
“Woo-eee, Doctor Daddy to the rescue,” Danté chuckled, as I strapped an unconscious Camila into the passenger seat of my car. “You know where she lives, Prince Charmin’?”
I shut the door and leaned against it, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m too old for this shit.”
“Honey, you like a fine wine. You only gettin’ better with age.”
“She could be my daughter.”
“If you had her at like what? Seventeen, eighteen? How old are you?”
“Old enough to know better.”
“Camila ain’t normally like this. The last time she was this drunk was probably her twenty-first birthday.”
“And how long ago was that?”