Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
She was so sick of one asshole wrecking her life. Maybe she and Beck would have imploded the first time around no matter what happened, but Levi had been the match. Levi Green had decided she belonged to him like she was some piece of property he could occupy. He treated the whole world like it was his and no one else mattered.
She was not going down with him.
She could be Solo one last time. Just once, because Beck was right. She was never going to be alone again.
“Baby, what do you want me to do?” Beck asked, and that was when she noticed the fine tremor in his hold. He wasn’t the cold “Ezra Fain” he’d become when they’d been apart.
They’d played roles for so many years. Maybe the whole time they’d known each other. But it was time to be Beck and Kim. Solo and Ezra—sexy operatives—had been a toxic combination. But she thought maybe Beck and Kim—parents, partners, madly in love—might be able to make it.
But Solo could do one last mission.
“Follow my lead,” she said.
He nodded and no one else moved. Owen and Theo had escorted their guests off, and she heard the squeal of tires as the car left.
“Well, it looks like I’m going to need…” Levi began.
God that fucker could talk. She brought her arm up and back, breaking his hold and forcing the hand with the gun in it to drop. She kicked back, sending him to his ass. In seconds, she had his gun in her hand and she was in the superior position.
He always did underestimate her.
She held the gun on him. “I’m going to suspect Tag wants a word.”
“Yes,” Beck said, moving in beside her. “I would, too.”
That was the moment she noticed Levi had something in his hand.
“You always were magnificent,” Levi said softly. “And you were always fair. I’m going to have to use that against you, my love.” He had a hypodermic needle in his hand, and he plunged it into his own arm. “You won’t get any answers out of me. That was the last of the formula. In a few minutes, I’ll start all over again.”
Kim Solomon shot him without hesitation. She watched as the light faded from Levi’s eyes and he slumped back.
She turned to Beck. “He’s right. I wouldn’t have been able to kill him if the drug took effect. But it hadn’t. He was still the same son of a bitch he’s always been. He doesn’t get to start over.”
Theo Taggart walked up to the body and solemnly put another bullet in him. “Just in case.”
Jax was next. “Can’t be too sure.”
Owen and Tucker took their turns as though they all needed a hand in finally putting down the man who’d caused them so much trouble.
Rob stepped up and another crack sounded. He looked to Beck. “Your turn, man.”
Beck shook his head. “No. I have everything I need. You got this?”
Rob nodded. “We’ve been ready to clean this particular mess up for a long time, boss. Take Kim back to the house. They’re all worried about her.”
He left the guns on the ground, obviously trusting the Lost Boys to deal with the situation.
He hadn’t even looked Levi’s way. Every bit of his attention had been on her. “Beck, it’s okay if you need to stay.”
He shook his head and cupped her cheeks, bringing his forehead down to meet hers. “He’s incidental in our love story. He’s nothing but a blip, and now we move on. Together.”
“I love you, Beck. Wholly and without holding anything back. I love you. I trust you.” Tears fell on her cheeks because she did. She let go of all her anger. They could start over. They could take all that passion they’d had in the beginning, pair it with the abiding love and patience they’d found, and have the marriage they’d always wanted.
“I love you. More than anything.” He kissed her forehead and then leaned over to pick her up and hold her against his chest. “Let’s get our son. And my brother. And a drink because I need one. My hands are still shaking.”
She laid her head on his shoulder and held on to him.
* * * *
Beck sat back as the CIA operative known as Drake lowered himself into the seat at the big conference table. Drake had been with the Agency for years, but he still looked like a baby to Beck.
He and Kim had been babies when they’d started. So many years had passed, and yet he felt far younger than he had back then. He reached over and brought her hand to his lips.
She gave him a smile that rocked his world. And she winked his way before turning slightly. The movement made her blouse gape a bit, and he caught a hint of the ring looped on her necklace. Her uncle had sent it to her from Malta along with a letter for Beck. He’d promised severe retribution if Beck screwed up again. The man had explained that he had a good relationship with the almighty, and he wouldn’t hesitate to use it.