Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Remember me, sweetheart?” A voice asked.
My blood ran cold, but I didn’t have any hesitation left in me after hearing that voice. I brought my knee up to get his attention from the movement of my arm, and just as he shifted his weight to counter my movement, I moved.
Remembering what Jack told me about the trigger safety on Glocks, I moved the gun to his chest and fired.
‘Aim to kill. Squeeze lightly. Every last fucking one.’ I repeated the mantra as I unloaded the whole clip into the man lying on top of me. His body jerked. Blood splattered my face and covered my body as I shot him through the heart. No hesitation. I knew if I didn’t kill him, I’d be screwed.
Especially since he got to me in the first place. Which meant he snuck in here, or hurt Jack, because Jack would never let anyone hurt me. Would never even let them within fifty feet of me.
The gun’s hammer made a click as it ran out of bullets to fire, and the silence in the room was deafening. My ears were ringing from the sharp barks of the Glock firing the rounds and the man’s dead weight held me tight to the bed.
Feeling positively claustrophobic, I kicked with everything I had and finally managed to kick the body to the floor. My heart was pounding, and the all too familiar bile was burning a path up my throat again.
The front door slammed against the living room wall just as I managed to fall out of bed and puke on Jack’s side. The lights were on in the next instant, and I looked up over the bed to see Gabe in his underwear, nice underwear that hugged his body like a fucking glove, standing in the doorway of my room aiming his gun at the dead body.
I let a semi-hysterical laugh out that I was even thinking about Gabe’s underwear at a time like this.
As he saw my movement, his gun moved to me, but just as quickly moved away again. Then he took in the rest of the room. I did too.
Blood was splattered across the bedroom wall directly behind where I’d been facing earlier. It was also on the ceiling, the nightstand, the lampshade, the bed, and most assuredly, all over me.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed and then lowered his weapon.
“Clear!” I heard called from the back bedroom.
Elliott.
“I’m okay.” Tai said, shakily, from the same direction.
“Get out of the fucking way!” Jack roared from behind Gabe.
Gabe moved quickly, and then Jack was on me, pulling me up with him.
“What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?” He finished on a yell, big body shaking.
Kodiak crowded in at my side and offered me silent comfort; only it didn’t help this time, and I wasn’t sure what would.
Gentle fingers pried the gun from my hand, and I looked over to see Gabe beside me peeling the Glock from my tight grasp.
It took just about everything I had to let it go, but I did.
“Call Luke.” Sam said from the doorway.
I looked up and saw that Sam, too, was here. He was also wearing little to nothing; although, he was wearing a pair of gym shorts. They hung indecently low on his hips and showed off that perfect body that I always heard Cheyenne talk about.
Then there was Elliott, who was wearing a pair of boxer briefs that said ‘Take me to your beaver’ on them. My mind must have slipped because all I could do was laugh, and then I was laughing so hard I was shaking and coughing with tears in my eyes.
Everyone saw the direction of my gaze, but not one man was laughing. They all were highly pissed. So pissed that if they could produce steam, they’d be able to power a locomotive with it.
Not that that sobered me any. I wasn’t in the right state of mind. I’d just killed a man, and I was happy about it. Which couldn’t be normal, right?
***
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Blaine asked from beside me.
I looked over and smiled slightly at her. My eyes traveled to the sleeping baby she had snugged against her chest, and my mood lightened some.
“I’m okay. I’m just ready to go back to bed.”
“You probably won’t be able to go back there for a while. You’re going to have to bunk with one of us.” Cheyenne supplied from the kitchen.
We were at Cheyenne’s place. Not for a particular reason or anything. Only that she had the most kids, and it was easier to bring everyone over here, rather than her to take all three of hers somewhere else.
All the wives were here, as well as the children. They didn’t want us to be alone after the breach into the compound, and felt more comfortable with us all in one place where they could keep an eye on us.
Trying to change the direction of my thoughts, I turned back to Blaine and finally asked what I’d been thinking about a lot in the past four hours. “What the hell is going on with Elliott’s boxers?”
Blaine burst out laughing and jostled Justin until he woke. The first thing he did was grin, and the action was so much like his father that I just couldn’t hold the giggles in anymore.
“Th-they c-came in wearing nothing but underwear,” I said, swiping the tears that were leaking from my eyes. “Gabe came in wearing a b-black p-pair of boxer briefs and a big ass gun. Then Elliott had to one up him and come in wearing those g-green boxers that said ‘Take me to your beaver.’ His gun was bigger, too!”
Everyone was laughing their asses off when Blaine finally explained. “When we met, I was seventeen and he was twenty. He was serving his tour of duty in Afghanistan at the time. I asked him if he needed anything, and he said he needed some new underwear, and he didn’t like boxers anymore. Knowing the weather over there was brutal, I tried to find him ones that were durable, yet comfortable. I started looking on the internet and found a website where they sell all these funny underwear. The rest is history. As you can see, I created a monster.”