Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I start to walk away and she grabs my wrist. Turning, I regard her half shadowed face. Tentatively, she steps toward me and traces her fingertips down along my scruffy jaw.
“All I ever wanted in life was to do things that make me happy,” she murmurs. “I wasn’t sure what it would be. Now that Mom is gone and I’m clearly pregnant, I’ve found some direction.” She smiles the prettiest smile in the goddamn world. “I want to be a good mother to this little one. I want to protect him or her from the horrible people in the world.” She swallows and drops her gaze to the floor. “I don’t want to do it alone.”
Lifting my hand to her chin, I nudge her head back up so I can see her face. My thumb rubs across her dry bottom lip. “You flirt with danger, little girl. You don’t know what you ask for.”
Her gaze hardens. “I know exactly what I ask for. I know what I want.”
“Princesses don’t always get what they want.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be a princess,” she says hotly.
“Yeah, Pageant Girl? Were you thinking queen instead?”
She stands on her toes and presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “I was thinking old lady has a nicer ring to it.”
Damned if my dick doesn’t get hard.
“Go eat,” I growl.
She smirks, her playful spirit finally finding its way back inside her. “Yes, Daddy.”
This fucking girl.
Silence.
Complete and utter silence.
I’m freezing my balls off outside, but I don’t move a muscle. They’re coming. Walking right into our trap. I thought maybe they’d roll in on their Harleys like a mob of mean motherfuckers. And if Putnam was taking lead, he’d probably do just that, despite the snow. But since Genworth is in charge, they’ll be sneakier about it.
Crunch.
My eyes dart to my left to where Bizzy’s dumb ass shoots me a guilty look. Fucker can’t sit still to save his life. I drag my gaze back up the road, squinting against the darkness and the flurries of snow falling.
I catch Katana’s dark eyes and give him a nod. He disappears into the night to search farther up the road. Payne prowls after him. We have the house completely surrounded and protected from all angles.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Pulling my phone from my coat pocket, I swipe it and press it to my ear but don’t breathe a word.
“I have access to everything, Koynakov.” Genworth’s words are spoken with cool confidence, but I don’t miss the slight strain in his words.
He’s in the lion’s den now.
“You already took the only things near and dear to me,” I remind him. “You think my electricity going out hurts?” I pause. “Nothing you could ever do could hurt me again. As far as you’re concerned, I’m unfuckingtouchable.” I let out a cold laugh. “But you? I have your tiny beating heart in the palm of my hand.”
“Do it.”
His barked words are my only warning before I hear the rat-a-tat-tat coming from the tree line. Windows shatter as bullets spray through my house. Irritating as fuck but expected. I step behind a stone column off the porch, waiting out the assault.
Second by slow second the shooting stops as my men find their targets.
“I sent Hadley to the kitchen to eat,” I say into the phone that’s still pressed to my ear. “Might as well just turn the fuck around and go home at this point because after that stunt, she’s dead.”
“You really must think I’m stupid,” Genworth says with a cruel laugh. “That I wouldn’t have already sent someone in to get my kid the second you fuck faces came out?”
I dart my head to the right, finding Filter. He nods and holds up two fingers—our signal that Putnam was the one to take her.
“Are you at the rendezvous point?” I taunt. “Are you in the clear? Ready to run off with all my fucking money with my fucking prize?”
“You know I’m not leaving until I watch him gut you—ahh!”
The line goes dead.
“We got disconnected,” I deadpan to Filter. “Let’s get to the slaughterhouse. Time for a pig roast.”
I love to hear the squeals of my enemies.
Seeing Marron Genworth and Randall “Magna” Putnam tied to chairs, side by side, in my building is the most gratifying experience in my entire life. The moment I’ve waited on for ten long years. The beginning of the end.
But seeing Genworth’s little girl sitting on the mattress in front of the fireplace with her knees drawn up and a haunted look on her face is not gratifying at all. It’s fucking disturbing. Twisted and wrong. Something I don’t want to see.
I look away.
Focus.
As I approach, I notice Dragon’s already been fucking with Putnam. Putnam has the word RAPIST PIG cut into his forehead in impressively neat handwriting. Dragon is a master with a blade.