Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
In a crouched position, I hold my weapon ready. I close my eyes and mentally focus on where I saw the shooter on the rooftop.
I let out a breath, and leaping to my feet, I aim and fire three rounds.
My eyes lock on the shooter slumping down onto the rooftop. I rush back into the penthouse, and when I reach Cami, I grab hold of her shoulders and haul her to her feet.
“W-what happened?” she stammers while I grab her purse and cell phone, shoving the items into her hands. I pull her to the elevator and press her back to the doors. “Stay right here and switch off your cell phone.”
She nods, her cheeks wet with tears and her eyes wide from shock while she does as I order.
I place my hand against her cheek and wipe a tear away with my thumb. “You’re going to be okay. I eliminated the threat, but he might not be alone. Stay right here.”
She nods again. “I won’t move.”
“Good girl,” I praise her before I can censor myself.
I rush to the stairs and sprint up them. Darting into the guest bedroom, I pull my duffle bag from where it was hidden beneath the bed and hurry out of the room again.
Reaching Cami in a couple of seconds, I grab the keycard from the stand and quickly swipe it to open the elevator doors.
I push her inside, and as we descend, I set the duffle bag down and pull out my Heckler & Koch submachine gun.
“Jesus,” Cami whispers, her eyes round as saucers on the weapon.
I pull the strap over my head, then dig my KA-BAR knife out, which I shove between the waistband of my pants and my belt to keep it in place at my side so I can grab it quickly if needed.
Zipping up the bag, I glance at her. “You’ll have to carry the bag so my hands are free.”
She nods wildly. “Okay.”
I lock eyes with her and take a second to praise her. “You’re doing good.”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Uh-huh.”
I gesture with a nod of my head, then order, “Stand in the corner by the panel and wait until I give the clear.”
“Okay.” Her gaze is wide on me as she presses her body into the corner of the elevator. She holds my duffle bag like a shield in front of her.
My eyes lock on the numbers as they tick down.
Three.
Two.
One.
Chapter 14
Cami
Holyyyyy shit.
Dressed in my shorts and T-shirt, I’m barefoot and rattled to hell and back.
This is insane.
My eyes are glued to Max, who looks calm and deadly compared to me, who’s a second away from becoming hysterical.
He’s badass.
The gun is freaking massive.
Dear God.
Max’s eyes meet mine, and as we descend the last floor to the parking area, I watch as all emotion drains from his face until there’s only a potent ruthlessness coming off him in waves.
Where he terrified the shit out of me the first time he got that look, it now gives me a sense of safety.
He turns to face the doors, raising the gun to eye level. The veins snaking beneath the skin of his forearm are more prominent. I can see his biceps straining against the fabric of his dress shirt.
Jesus. Never has he looked hotter.
My heart hammers in my chest, and I grip the duffle bag tighter to my body.
Time slows, and my mouth goes completely dry right before the doors slide open.
Max moves forward and out of my sight. Suddenly there’s a loud pop of gunfire. I let out a shriek, and scared that something has happened to Max, I cautiously lean forward and peek out of the elevator.
There’s a body lying near a Mercedez, and Max is searching between the other parked cars. When he reaches the guard house, I notice the usual guard isn’t inside.
God, I hope nothing bad happened to him.
Suddenly a man leans around the corner of the exit, but Max reacts instantly, taking a shot that ends the man’s life.
Max turns around and runs back to me, shouting, “Come.”
I dart forward and run to the Bugatti, but he shouts again, “No, we’re taking my SUV.”
I backtrack to the SUV, and when the doors unlock, I yank the passenger side open and quickly climb inside.
Max slides behind the steering wheel and shoves the massive gun onto my lap. He pulls his smaller firearm from behind his back and places it between his thighs.
Starting the engine, the tires squeal as he reverses. My body jerks as he switches to drive, and a second later, we’re barreling toward the security boom.
The red pole is smashed in half by the nose of the SUV, the tires screech again, then we’re speeding down the road.
I sit frozen, clinging to the massive gun and the duffle bag.
“Are you okay?” Max asks, his tone cool and calm, as if he didn’t just kill people.