Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Today, though, there was a bit of a chill in the air.
Fast forward five minutes and we were getting the dumbass out of the pool.
My eyes were on the guy’s dick that was swinging in my direction, as well as Booth’s body that was blocking most of the guy’s upper torso from my view, which had to be why I’d allowed the asshole to get the drop on me.
“Saint!” The growled words from Michael weren’t fast enough.
The guy sliced me open with a knife and I hissed at the pain that quickly burned through my arm at the move.
Just as quickly, though, I deposited a kick straight to his chest.
The knife went flying one way, and the guy the other.
Seconds later, I had him on the ground, my knee in his back, and was putting handcuffs on him. Then he was being led away with his arms behind his back.
Michael gestured me over frantically.
Thinking I was about to get reprimanded for my dumbass mistake, I was surprised to find him looking more freaked out than a slash to the arm warranted.
“Let’s go. You can drop me off with my girl before you go to the hospital to have that arm stitched up.” Michael turned to Luke. “I’m leaving.”
Just a minute after that, I was walking out of the yard with Michael hot on my heels.
Luke didn’t bother to argue.
“Baby, head to the hospital,” I heard Michael order. “I’ll be there in five minutes. You’ll be there in three if you don’t stop. Not even for another cop, do you hear me? They’re going to be on the lookout for your car, but they know to leave you alone. I have other officers heading toward where you got pulled over, okay?” After he said that to whoever he had on the phone, he looked over at Luke who’d followed us out. “You might want to give me an update on whoever the fuck just did that,” he said. “I’ll be meeting with them after I make sure that Caro and Saint are okay.”
Luke nodded his head. “We’ll finish up here and meet you at the hospital.”
The ride to the hospital took four minutes.
During those minutes, Michael explained that someone had tried to pull his daughter over. Someone that wasn’t a cop. And when she didn’t stay or hang around, they started to shoot at her car.
We arrived at the hospital in record time, and I was pulling into a police-designated parking spot much faster than I’d ever gotten here before. But that wasn’t due to Michael’s insistence that I drive faster, but the lack of people on the road to congest our commute.
“Where are you?” Michael asked tensely the moment he got out of the truck.
She must’ve answered because Michael looked up expectantly and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a car pull in. He pointed at the parking spot next to mine and then met her at her car door.
My breath left my lungs when I saw her jump out of the car and throw herself at her father.
“Daddy!” she cried.
He caught her up in his arms and held her tight. After hearing what happened, I was unsurprised to find her body shaking violently.
I tried not to notice how fucking adorable she looked but couldn’t stop myself from checking her out.
She was short and curvy. Her shapely ass was covered by buffalo plaid leggings, and she had a skin-tight black turtleneck that was plastered to every inch of her body, showing off delicate curves and generous breasts and hips. Her hair was midnight black, so black that it matched the color of her turtleneck.
Then her eyes turned to me and I felt something inside of me shift at her attention.
She had light blue eyes the color of the sky on a sunny, cloudless day.
“Tell me what happened, baby,” Michael ordered.
I lost her eyes then, and I felt like something in my chest all but deflated at the loss.
“I was driving home from Red’s house when I saw flashing lights come up behind me. The thing was, I passed the car on a side road as I was pulling out onto the highway, and the unmarked car didn’t look anything like any other car that I’d ever seen before. So, I became suspicious and called you, just in case. When you told me to leave, I put the car into drive, and that’s when the guy started shooting,” she explained. “I didn’t see much.”
Her eyes flicked to me when I growled.
This was the third such event I’d heard of in the last week of a fake officer pulling people over. This girl, Caro, was lucky that she didn’t end up like the others—hurt badly and robbed.
“He followed me until I pulled past the police station. Then a bunch of police cars surrounded him and forced him to pull over,” she explained. “Daddy, I have holes in my brand-new car!”