Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Shit,” Casten said, rushing faster to the fallen man.
He removed the gun from the man’s back, did a quick tap down, and produced a set of keys.
Boat keys, to be specific.
“Bingo,” Casten said, standing up.
Then he took him out of the equation with a swift kick to the head that knocked him right the fuck out.
“Should’ve finished him,” I muttered, keeping an eye out.
Casten didn’t say anything.
I didn’t either.
We walked to the boat, Casten’s hands filled with two guns now, instead of just one.
“Gotta open the door and push off,” I said, gesturing for him to get into the boat.
He didn’t argue.
Instead, he got in, started the large boat up and waited for me to untie us.
It was a good thing, too.
Because, otherwise, I wouldn’t have seen the fucking trap door.
Catching Casten’s eyes, I gestured to the door, and then slipped through.
It was open, and I assumed that this was where the man Casten had taken down had been coming from when he rounded the corner and saw us.
I got down on my knees, leaning down to get a better look inside the opening, being sure not to put any weight on my bad arm.
And what I saw made my jaw drop.
“Holy Fuck.”
I looked up in time to see Casten take out the guy that’d tried to sneak up on my blind side.
“Fuck,” I said, quickly untying the boat.
Then I reached inside the trap door, grabbed a brick of marijuana, and tossed it up and over the bow of the boat.
Casten caught it, and I went to the garage door opener and hit the switch.
I should’ve known this had been too easy.
The next few minutes played out like a re-enactment of what happened at the OK Corral.
Gun fire was exchanged.
Bodies hit the ground.
The water.
Boats.
Luckily, Casten and I were good at what we did.
Hitting a moving target was a skill we’d both mastered.
These boys, however, probably had never shot at a moving target in their lives.
And it showed as they missed us, repeatedly.
Surprisingly, the only half way decent shot was Liam.
He hit above my head not once, but twice.
I dropped down to my belly and slipped into the water that was rolling with waves from all the boat traffic in the bay.
The salt in the water burned my injuries, and I was rethinking the wisdom of my decision to get in the water.
The hull of the boat protected me as I moved around the front of the boat, then down the other side.
Liam was still aiming at the spot where I’d been, which was his fatal mistake.
I aimed, then fired.
The difference between me and Liam…I didn’t miss.
Chapter 24
Vodka mixes well with everything except decisions. Drink responsibly.
-Konn Vodka T-shirt
Mig
“Oh, God. You look terrible,” she whispered.
I looked up from where I was hunched over in the hospital bed.
It was the only position I could find that didn’t make my body ache so badly that I wanted to barf.
Despite the fact that the nurse had been kind enough to provide me with not just a painkiller, but an anti-nausea medicine.
I smiled slightly, hating the way her face broke out in despair when the movement split my lip open once again.
“Thanks,” I muttered dryly.
She placed her hands on my chest.
“Is there anything I can get you?” She whispered brokenly.
I nodded, wincing once again when the movement made pain explode in my brain.
“Yeah,” my voice cracked. “Come ‘ere and give me a kiss.”
Annie came, pressing her lips whisper soft against mine.
I appreciated the effort on her part, but right then I needed more than just a peck.
I needed to feel alive, to prove to myself that I didn’t die in that hellhole due to my own stupidity.
I deepened the kiss, and although I tasted blood, I kept pushing the kiss until we both had to stop due to shortness of breath.
“Enough of that now, boy,” Nonnie called, entering the room at her usual snail’s pace. “Thought for sure I’d have to walk back out because the clothes were gonna come off,” she huffed and sat down in the chair next to the bed. “And I barely got here as it is. Not to mention if I fell, my Life Alert button wouldn’t produce any hot firemen. Instead, I’d get ugly nurses who do nothing for me.”
I laughed.
I couldn’t help it.
My Nonnie never ceased to amaze me.
“Do you want me to get you something to drink, Nonnie?” Annie asked, worry evident in her voice.
“No. I have something to drink right here,” Nonnie said, pulling out a bottle of vodka. “Want some?”
Konn Vodka, to be specific.
“Uh, no. It’s three in the morning, and I don’t usually imbibe so late. It makes me restless,” Annie said, sounding like she wanted to laugh.
Nonnie twisted off the lid and looked at me pointedly.
“That woman is in labor,” Nonnie said, sounding as if she could care less about the situation.