Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“I have no use for you anymore, darlin’. You’ll be in your apartment soon enough,” he drawled.
The no use for me anymore comment stung. I wasn’t sure why. I mean, I didn’t want to be of use to him. I’d had the experience, and I wasn’t a fan. Did not recommend. Thumbs-down. But there was a slight hurt that came from it anyway.
“Fine. Stay awake,” he said with a sigh.
I glanced over at him. His dark hair was slightly messy as he leaned back, relaxing in the seat. Broad shoulders and biceps that stretched the cotton of the short sleeves before the rest of his muscular, tanned arms was exposed as he held the steering wheel with one hand. My eyes dropped to his flat stomach, and I wondered just how rippled his abs were underneath. When my gaze went to the jeans encasing his thick, hard thighs, I swallowed. I bet he looked like an underwear model naked.
“You about done, or do I need to pull over and stand up so you can get a better view?” he asked, sounding amused.
Snapping my eyes to his face, I caught his smug smile. I quickly turned to look out the window before he could see my face turn red, as I felt it heat up from embarrassment.
“What? You were being so bold about it,” he said with the hint of a chuckle.
Dang it. “I was not. I mean, I wasn’t doing what you think I was.” Liar, liar, pants on fire.
“Please, darlin’, tell me what you were doing if you weren’t eye-fucking me.”
I sucked in a breath. “That was not eye-fucking,” I said, still not looking at him.
“Yeah, it was.”
I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes. “Be quiet. I am going to sleep.”
A deep chuckle was the last thing I heard.
Fifteen
Oz
When I stepped into the underground cellar on the Cash property, my thoughts went from the woman I had just tucked into bed while she slept so damn hard that she hadn’t stirred to her younger brother, hanging by his wrists from the ceiling as his feminine-sized feet barely brushed the ground beneath him. Other than one of his eyes being swollen shut, he looked untouched. I wondered briefly what he had done and to who for them to put their fist in his face.
He stared at me through his good eye, and his body trembled. The guy would break easy.
“Do what you want, but don’t kill him,” Linc informed me.
I had known he was here. I’d smelled his favorite cigar the moment I walked down the stairs.
My eyes swung over to where he sat on the stool in the other corner. No one else was down here. I hadn’t expected Bane to be here since he’d had to be away from Halo. After returning from Morrocco, he’d have rushed straight to their bed.
“Why?” I asked, not sure I was going to like what he was about to say next.
If this was an order from Blaise, then I would have to obey. If it was one from Linc, then…well, I might work around that. Accidents happened.
Linc took the cigar from his teeth. “Blaise made a deal with the Feds and got some future goodwill when needed from the US Marshalls if we handed him over alive. But he’s facing ten years in prison and a fine of two hundred grand.”
Fuck. I’d told myself this was a possibility.
I turned back to him, and hatred for the bastard seethed through me.
“I guess I can wait ten years before I watch the life leave your eyes,” I told him.
His eyes were the same shade of brown as Winslet’s, but they didn’t have her almond shape, and they weren’t outlined in her thick black lashes.
“You got your money,” he blurted out. “I’m sorry!”
I took another step toward him as I reached into my pocket for my pack of cigarettes. “For what exactly?” I asked him, then tapped one out into my hand before shoving the rest back where I kept them.
His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “For cleaning the money through you. Samson said it was the quickest and safest way to do it. I shouldn’t have listened to him.”
Taking my lighter, I lit the end of the much-needed smoke, then took a long pull. “No,” I agreed. “You shouldn’t have.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” he pleaded.
I waited a moment more, giving him a chance to ask about her. Show some concern for his sister. When he said nothing, not even a mention of her, I walked up and slammed my fist into his good eye. His body jerked, and he groaned, but I’d expected more from the power of the impact. He didn’t wail.
Grabbing his chin, I squeezed it to the point of breaking his jaw as he whimpered. I blew smoke in his face, then let go of him. I stepped back and took another swing. This time, the crack of his bones got more of a cry from him. Blood spewed from his nose. He spit the blood pouring into his mouth, but he still wasn’t begging and sobbing. The fucker’s pain tolerance was higher than expected.