Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Sure, the money is owed, but I think Leone could and would easily cover it. To my Leone, this is about a man wanting me dead. And while Xanny might also think Nick is hard up for the money, I don’t think he’ll be coming for her head. Sophia already texted me about hanging out again sometime soon. She even asked if there was any luck on finding my sister yet.
She’d been so sweet about all of it when I told her. She actually understood a bit the position I was in. Once upon a time, she too had a sibling that could get himself into trouble, and more often than not it was because he wanted to protect her, so she got it. It was nice to hear from her that things all worked out for the best and her husband and brother are now close. I don’t think Xanny and Leone are going to be BFFs, but I do think that maybe they could get along eventually. After all, they both have one giant thing in common: me.
Leone shakes his head again, refusing any sort of anesthesia, so I go about distracting him the best I can.
“You did it,” I say as I see Doc picks up some long metal forceps-looking thing. That’s my guess of what it is.
“Did what?” Leone asks. I put my hand on his cheeks and turn his face toward me, dropping another kiss on him. I want all his attention.
“You got Xanny back. Time for you to collect.”
A slow, sexy smile slides across his lips. I see Doc start to slip the forceps thing into Leone’s wound. “What is it you’ll be collecting? I mean you already collected one thing, but you said that wasn’t it. I really want to know what it is.”
“You haven’t figured it out yet?”
I tap my finger to my lip, trying to figure out what it is that Leone could want from me that he hasn’t already gotten. Then it hits me. Heat blooms through my cheeks.
“I, ah—” I start getting flustered. “You’re so big, and I’m so small. I mean, you even call me your little one.” A confused expression crosses Leone’s face. I guess he thinks it would fit. “I’ll try. I know you wouldn’t hurt me, so if you think it will work, then okay.”
“I’m not sure what you’re thinking, little one, but I don’t think it’s what I’m after.”
“Anal,” Doc says.
“Watch your—FUCK!” Leone bellows as Doc pulls out the slug that was lodged in him.
“Meow!” Out of nowhere, Bentley lands right on top of Leone’s stomach. His teeth show as he hisses at the doctor. Doc stumbles back and slips right off the side of the bed. The forceps go flying into the air along with the slug. They end up hitting the floor while the crushed bit of bullet drops onto the bed.
“He’s protecting you.” My eyes fill with tears. “He thinks Doc is trying to hurt you.” Bentley steps off Leone and walks to the end of the bed, where he proceeds to growl and hiss at Doc who’s still down on the floor.
“Can someone get the damn cat out of here?” Doc grumbles, but he doesn’t make a move to return to the bed. Bentley goes to jump down towards the doc–I’m sure to finish this fight–but I grab him.
“You’re so sweet,” I tell Bentley as I give him kisses and cuddle him close. “You’ve always been my protector, and now you’re Leone’s too.”
“Starting to see she has a different definition of the word ‘sweet’ than the rest of the world.” Doc comes to his feet.
“I can put him back down.” I smirk.
Doc holds his hands up. “Stitch up my man,” I order, holding Bentley out like a live grenade. He gives a nice loud hiss.
Leone chuckles as he sits there, his back to the headboard, enjoying the show. Job well done for me, I suppose. Bentley too. I think we distracted him pretty good. Doc grumbles something but gets back to it. I give Bentley another kiss on the top of his head before I set him down on the floor. He walks over to the cat house in the shape of a castle and settles in for the night.
“So it’s not….” I trail off.
“Not today, but it’s nice to know it’s on the table,” he teases me.
“Leone, most things are on the table when it comes to you. I trust if you’re asking me to do something, it’s safe for me to do.” I slide my hand into his.
“You’re too good for me, little one, but I can’t let you go.” He squeezes my hand.
“I thought the trunk was a safe place for you. It’s bulletproof. You should be thanking me. Not ordering me to clean up your throw-up in it,” I hear Xanny shout. A second later, she’s in the doorway to Leone’s and my bedroom. “Wow, these are your digs?”