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)
“If I told him, he would have had a stroke or something. Victor would have hunted us down and made good on his threat to end your life.” I’m not exaggerating. I’m just grateful that when I got in Sam’s car, he had his bodyguard go talk to Sloan to explain I was safe. I thought it weird, but if we had Sam’s bodyguard with us, we hardly needed her, too. I’m definitely grateful for it now, because if Victor knew I was in an airplane with Sam, he might kill us both.
“Runt,” he replies, still laughing. He takes a minute to gain his composure and then looks at me unrepentant. “You more than most know what I do for a living. I can handle your ex-boyfriend with no issue.”
“He’s not my ex. I don’t think. I’m not sure what he is.”
Sam frowns like he doesn’t like my answer, but in the end just shrugs. “Either way, I can handle him.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure. I think Victor was holding back at the house. He’s just as trained as you, maybe more so.”
I think I’m right. Earlier, over the phone, I made sure Victor knew how well-trained Sam was, just in case he didn’t know and his ego was hurt because of the punches Sam got in against him when they fought. I was afraid that was where part of his anger about Sam was coming from. I may be inexperienced, but I do know a male psyche can be fragile at times.
Heck, I think that’s true with anyone. I know I felt horrible, and not good enough, when that Morgan woman called Victor’s phone. Even after the way he spoke to her, I find myself wondering what she looks like. Is she gorgeous? I bet she doesn’t have an ugly scar along her face. I puff out an annoyed breath, angry with myself for my own thoughts.
“Are you okay?” Sam asks, and this time he sounds worried.
“I don’t like lying to Victor. Where are we going, anyway?”
“I told you. I’m taking you out for dinner at a famous Michelin star restaurant with an amazing view of a city below. You’re going to love it.”
“What city?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I’m sure they have Michelin star places in Miami. I don’t understand any of this. You didn’t tell me we were going to fly anywhere, Sam. I have to be back tonight. You know that right?”
He grimaces and something in the way he looks at me sends off warning bells. I study him for a moment and that feeling only increases.
“What aren’t you telling me, Sam?”
He lets out a sigh. “You know who my father is, right?”
“That’s kind of a stupid question.”
“I want to make sure you remember what he is, Angie.”
“Yeah. I mean, I was young, but seeing the armed guards around the house and meetings he always had, I kind of knew something wasn’t normal. Plus, I mean my dad had a similar life, although I had a feeling your father’s was a little more intense,” I explained. “I knew for sure, though, because I heard the conversations he had with my mother.”
“Those two did like to spread their evil around each other,” he answers.
“They did. I’m not sure why they ever broke up. They’re just alike.”
“Yeah. Trust me, they had their reasons for every single thing they did. Anyway, my uncles have been training me to take my father’s spot in the family.”
“I didn’t realize he died.”
“He hasn’t.”
I inhale deeply, almost afraid to let it out. “Sam, he would kill you before he let you take the reins.”
“I’m aware,” he quips with a sad smile. “It’s not like ole’ Abram felt much family loyalty to begin with. In his eyes, he owes nothing to the son who murdered his own mother.”
“You didn’t do anything to your mom,” I argue, reaching out to grab his hand, pulling it to me so that I can grasp it with both of mine.
We’re sitting beside one another in luxury leather seats in a small private jet. The seats are more like state-of-the-art recliners. I’ve never seen anything like it. When we first got here, I had no idea what we were doing. Sam explained he wanted to take me somewhere special. I told him I’d have to be home by nightfall and he agreed. I knew it would piss off Victor, but we could always discuss it after he got home. By then, it would be too late for him to stay mad. Sam would be gone—safe from being murdered. I had no doubt that Victor would kill him, none at all. That’s the reason I lied. I mean, technically, we were in luxury seats watching a movie on a big projector screen with surround sound speakers. It was almost like a theater. I bite my lip, knowing Victor will be understandably mad at me and I can’t blame him.