Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
As I knew David would, he looked to Kaz for direction.
“I’m not pregnant anymore.” I eyed my lion. “You think these two could hurt me? Especially with Max in here.”
Kaz frowned, but nodded for David to leave. Still, his number one didn’t exit. Instead, he remained next to Kaz by the doorway.
I took one step toward the bed. “Which one of you are going to talk to me today?”
The blonde scooted closer to the edge of the bed and spat on my jeans.
“We have a volunteer.” Fast, I grabbed the blonde’s head, wrenched her off the bed, and shoved her into the wall.
She managed to twist away before smashing into it.
I lunged forward.
She screamed and dove for me.
With my left hand, I grabbed her throat and clamped down on it hard. Rage filled me as I shoved her against the wall. I tightened my hold on her throat. “No respect?”
Her eyes bulged as she hit my arm over and over in a desperate attempt to break free.
“It’s two of you, bitch.” I moved in closer, keeping her pinned against the wall with one hand while the other clenched her throat tightly enough that it felt like my hand was crushing glass. “You want me to kill you? I can do it. You think that is your only way out of this?”
The blonde let out a guttural sound as she tried to break loose from my grip.
My voice came out low and menacing. “Sure, I can kill you, but what about your family?”
For the first time, she moved her gaze to me.
I slowly released my grip on the blonde’s neck and stepped back, never taking my eyes off of her. “You have somebody out there that you love. I will find them all, and I will slice them from ear to fucking ear.”
The blonde touched her neck.
“I have questions.”
The blonde inched away from me. A heavy Russian accent lathered her words. “What questions?”
“Who hired you?”
“He will kill my family.”
He.
I studied her. “I can protect your family.”
“You cannot.” The blonde slowly walked around me, went to the bed, and collapsed on it.
I raised my eyebrows. “Why not?”
The brown-haired chick’s eyes watered. “Because he has them.”
I dug in my back pocket, pulled out the photo, and showed her. “This family?”
She froze.
“Who does he have? The girls? Your husband?”
She remained quiet.
Then, he must have all three of them.
So. . .some guy had taken this chick’s family and forced her to do something to us. It was basic enemy bullshit tactics.
I returned my gaze to the blonde. “Who is he keeping hostage against you?”
She remained silent.
“You don’t want to say anything because you don’t want your people to get hurt. I understand.” I dropped the photo on the brown-haired chick’s lap. “However, you both are talking which means that you are willing to tell me something. It means that you are not fully on his side.”
Brown Hair picked up the photo with shaking fingers. “After we came here, we heard what you did in Italy.”
“And what did I do?”
She continued to stare at the photo. “Your people saved the boy. That is what they say.”
The blonde stared at me. “Would you do the same thing for us?”
“Get your family from this guy?”
They nodded.
I looked at the blonde. “Who is he keeping from you?”
“We are sisters.” She gestured to the photo. “This is my family too.”
Something didn’t add up.
“You may be sisters, but this man didn’t use your sister’s family against you.” I shook my head. “So, what was it?”
The sisters exchanged glances.
Brown hair nodded.
The blonde looked back at me. “I was in jail.”
“For what?”
“Murder.”
“Who did you kill?”
“Many, and then,” the woman swallowed. “Suddenly, I was released from jail.”
“By him?”
She bobbed her head. “I was told that I must help my sister. He said if I did it, he would give me permanent freedom.”
Definitely sounds like this guy has political connections.
If we could get one of these women to help David and them, then it would be a good clue to finding the person.
They would have a fighting chance once we leave for New Orleans.
Max spoke, “What did you two have to do?”
Tension thickened in the air.
Brown hair swallowed. “We did not want to do it.”
“What was it?” Anger rose within me. “Enough with the bullshit.”
“At first, we were only supposed to come into the house and give him information about everyone,” the blonde said.
I leaned my head to the side. “And then?”
Brown hair gazed down at the photo. “Then, he told us to kill the little boy.”
I edged forward. “What?”
Max rushed to my side.
The blonde’s bottom lip quivered. “On the day that you caught us. . .we were supposed to kill the boy.”
All I felt was fury in my veins. I lost all control. I was on the blonde fast, lunging forward and slamming my fists viciously into her face.