Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“Man, you are so pussy whipped,” Levi laughs.
I just shrug. I’m not going to deny it. Gia owns me—every single part. “Believe me boys, there are much worse things,” I reply.
“How far are we out from this place?”
“EZ said fifteen minutes or so. His men are going to park at the Waffle House across from the motel and make it there on foot,” Levi answers.
“Give the orders to the rest of our crew. Each SUV needs to take a different angle of the motel. Levi, you park our SUV at the back of the vehicle. We can cover that angle. EZ is going through the front. I’ll meet him in the lobby. You and Zane can cover the back entrance.”
“Got it boss.”
“I always was a backdoor kind of man,” Zane chuckles, and I swear I really want to kill the motherfucker at this point.
“Just make sure the other men are in position. Stone and Lodi need to meet us in the lobby.”
“The others will guard each exit out of this place. We cannot allow Zervas to get away,” I insist.
“You got it,” Zane responds, switching into his all-business mode now—thank God.
In no time at all we’re pulling into the blacktopped parking lot. Securing our guns, I silently motion for Zane and Levi to head to the door. I take a breath and then head to the lobby.
When I get there, I’m surprised to see Liberty at the front desk, while EZ and his men are lined up against the wall. “What’s going on?” I ask, my eyes glued to the back of Liberty’s head. Liberty is beautiful. Her long, cascading curls of red hair down her back remind me of Gia’s only the color is brighter. My woman’s dark auburn is calming—Liberty’s has the opposite effect.
“Never get married, Pretty Boy. You can’t control a woman by your dick if she knows she now has sole ownership of it.”
“What’s she doing?” I ask, managing to do a piss-poor job of hiding my smirk. The fact that Liberty keeps tying EZ up in knots is something I find hilarious.
“Listen,” he orders. I decide to step a little closer as I wait to see what’s going to happen next.
“I know it’s against the rules. It’s just, I really need your help. My rat-bastard of a husband can’t keep it in his pants. I have it on good authority he’s here tonight with some blonde skank. I need proof he’s sleeping around. If I can get photographic proof, our prenup agreement is void. Then, all his millions he hides from me will be mine. Can you find it in your heart to help me?”
“I could get fired,” the woman hedges, clearly torn.
“I’d never tell him how I found his room and he’s not smart enough to ask. I can give you enough money to make this job nothing but a bad dream, though.”
“You could?”
“Shadow,” Liberty calls out.
The man standing beside us moves up, grinning at EZ. “Prez, I have to admit, I didn’t like you and wanted you here like I wanted my dick shot off. But your old lady has balls of steel. I’d follow her through the fires of hell.” EZ flips him off.
“Fucking woman isn’t content enough to make me a prisoner by doing something to my dick so it doesn’t work with anyone but her, she has to go and wrap my own men around her finger. How the fuck did I let this happen?” he hisses out, clearly upset with himself. I laugh, just as Lodi and Stone join us.
Shadow hands Liberty a thick white envelope. She winks at him, then puts it on the counter in front of the other woman. EZ growls, and I swear I see Liberty smile. I watch as the clerk opens it, her eyes going wide. Even from this distance, I can see there’s a fuck of a lot of money in there.
“What’s his name?” the girl asks, still clutching the envelope tightly.
“Zervas Cirillo,” Liberty answers.
“I’m sorry. We don’t have anyone checked in tonight under that name.”
“He would have just checked in recently. He’s the three B’s. You know, blonde, big and beefy. I suppose he’s even kind of cute if you don’t mind the fact that he has no brains. He also looks like he’s been on way too many steroids.”
“Oh, I know the guy you are talking about. He checked in under the name Smith.”
“So original,” Liberty huffs, making the clerk laugh.
“Yeah, we get a lot of Mr. and Mrs. Smiths. Here’s a room key but if you’re asked, then your husband gave it to you.”
“You got it,” Liberty responds. “Thank you…”
“Tabitha,” she answers. “You can call me Tabby.”
“Thanks Tabby. See you around.”
“Doubtful. I’m thinking a change of scenery is best for me.”
Liberty nods and walks back to us. Once she rounds the corner, she gives the key to EZ. There’s a green sticker on it with the number two hundred and one written in white. “Let’s move boys,” EZ mutters. “We’ve studied the schematics of the hotel online. We can go up the stairs from the side entrance outside. It should bring us up within a room or two.”