Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
One of the regular security guards walks up, and Roman demands, “Keep an eye on them. I don’t trust them not cause more trouble.”
“Yes, sir.” Ryan quickly walks away to follow Roman’s orders.
“I would expect more trouble from him.” Roman looks at Cohen and rubs the back of his neck. The lines of strain around his eyes tell me this has been a stressful week for my boss, too. “I don’t know what possessed me to approve his goddamn membership, but I won’t hesitate to pull it if he causes any more problems.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he doesn’t get near my girl again.”
“Make sure you do,” Roman growls.
My heart melts at the thought of being Cohen’s “girl.”
“I’m not going to rest until I’ve tied her speedy little ass to me for life.”
That really doesn’t sound bad at all, and it doesn’t seem to shock Roman at all.
“This is better than a freaking soap opera,” Stacy cuts in.
“Fuck me. I have work waiting for me. You’ll have to handle your romance on your own,” Roman mutters and turns to Cohen. “I’ll be in my office if anyone needs me.” As he walks away, he calls over his shoulder to me and Stacy, “Send a bottle of whiskey to the group and try to stay out of trouble for the rest of the night.”
“Yes, sir,” Stacy answers for us.
The rest of the night drags by at a snail’s pace as I wait for eleven o’clock to roll around.
At ten-fifty, Cohen walks up to the bar and informs me, “I’ll be waiting for you at the back door when you’re ready.”
My heartbeat accelerates. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Once he walks away, Stacy comes over and points at the empty bar area. “Go ahead and leave a little early. I can take care of this.” It’s our usual weeknight schedule. Both Stacy and I work until eleven, and then she manages the bar alone until the club closes at two am.
“Are you sure? I can stay late if you need me to.” I hate the thought of leaving her alone with the creepy group still wandering through the club.
“Don’t worry about me. This place is more secure than Fort Knox.” She’s right, but I still worry for her. Hopefully, Ryan and the other security guys will keep an extra eye on things.
“Thank you.” I rush to the employee locker room and freshen up before heading to the back door to meet Cohen.
Chapter 4
Cohen
I’ve been waiting for my girl for ten minutes, and it’s been the longest ten minutes of my life. Fuck. I knew I had it bad for Calista, but I had no idea just how bad until I saw that mobster wannabe asshole making a play for her.
The heavy metal door opens, and I turn to see my little speed demon stepping out into the warm Texas night. In my heart, I know she’s mine. Now, I need to find a way to convince her that she feels the same way.
It’s crazy to fall in love with someone instantly, but I know I can’t fight these crazy feelings. Fucking hell. She’s the most stunning woman on earth. Her beautiful, heart-shaped face has a sprinkling of freckles running across her nose and cheeks. Tonight, she’s pulled her long, curly auburn hair up into a sleek ponytail, and my fingers itch with the urge to pull it free.
My cock turns to stone as my eyes roam over her abundant curves. She already fucking owns me, heart and soul.
The urge to throw her over my shoulder and hide her away from all other men roars through my soul, and I take several deep breaths while I fight these crazy thoughts.
“Hello.” I step close and pull her luscious body against mine.
“Hi.” Her pupils instantly dilate as an adorable blush stains her peaches and cream skin.
“Would you like to grab a late dinner?” Say no, say no.
“No.” I almost fist-bump the air. “I’d like to go somewhere private to discuss what’s going on between us.”
“I have a private room reserved in the club.” Roman pulled some strings and pushed my membership through quickly when I informed him I’d be hanging out at the club for the next two weeks to protect my girl.
The asshole resisted at first and tried to remind me that I’m supposed to be working for him, but I insisted there’s no way I’m going to be able to do an efficient job for him if I’m worried about my girl.
She steps back a little and the distance between us cuts through me. “I didn’t know you were a member.” I can see the light dim in her emerald-green eyes and instantly want to reassure her.
“I became a member about an hour after fucking Angelo Accardi pulled that shit. I want to be able to hang out in the club to protect you without worrying about doing another job.”