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)
Seeing two hits have been ordered, I check the targets but don’t recognize the names, so it’s no one important.
I check the monitor where images of faces are flashing across it, and growing impatient, I start to do a search of my own, looking for properties Rusnak might own.
Time slips away, and I don’t realize how late it is until Cami peeks into the office. “It’s eight o’clock. Are we still going out for dinner?”
“Fuck,” I mutter, letting out a sigh. “Sorry, baby. I lost track of time.”
“It’s okay.”
I leave the mainframe on so it can continue to search for Rusnak and walk to the doorway. I press a kiss to Cami’s forehead, then say, “Give me a couple of minutes to shower.”
“Take your time.”
Remembering something, I quickly walk back to the desk and pull a drawer open. Picking up a tracking device, I head back to Cami and place the small black dot behind her ear. “It’s a tracking device,” I explain. “I’ll get you something more permanent soon.”
She gives me a skeptical look. “Permanent?”
“Implant,” I clarify. “If you’re ever taken, it will help me find you quicker.”
“On one condition,” she says. “You have to get one as well.” Then she points to the computer system behind me. “And you have to show me how to find you with all of that.”
The corner of my mouth lifts, and lifting my hand, I take hold of the back of her neck. “I’ll get one, but if I ever disappear, you must call Nikolai for help. Under no circumstance will you put yourself in danger for me. Nikolai will know how to find me, and he has the resources.”
Cami scrunches her nose, but she doesn’t argue. “I need Nikolai’s phone number.” Suddenly her eyes widen. “Jesus, I can’t remember where my cell phone is.”
Frowning, I ask, “When did you last use it?”
She shakes her head. “I left it off and honestly forgot about it. I didn’t want to see all the messages of condolences.”
“We’ll check through your stuff tomorrow. If you’ve lost it, we’ll get you a new one.”
We walk to the main bedroom, and while I strip out of my clothes, I glance around at all the signs that Cami’s moved in. Her hand lotion and a box of tissues on the left bedside table. Her makeup and skincare products on the dressing table.
Satisfaction fills my chest, and when I walk into the ensuite bathroom and see her toothbrush next to mine, a smile tugs at my mouth.
The realization sinks in that Cami is here, and she’s all mine. Every sexy inch of her.
Forever.
Chapter 34
Cami
As we drive through the imposing gates of St. Monarch’s, my eyes flit everywhere to take in the beautifully landscaped garden and castle.
“God, Max,” I breathe. “It feels like we’ve been transported to another world.”
“Just stay by my side. Even though there’s a no-killing policy, some of the people here are our enemies.” He says as he parks the SUV.
I wait for him to open my door, then get out and stick to his side as we walk to the front doors. We’re searched by guards, and Max hands over the two guns he has on his person.
We’re here for the tracking device implants. I’m assuming it will be similar to my birth control in my upper arm.
Inside the Castle, the ceiling is painted with old battles, and the floors are marble. There are guards stationed everywhere, and as Max wraps his arm around me, I press closer to his side while trying not to make eye contact with anyone.
When we turn into a hallway, a man in his early fifties comes toward us. He’s dressed in an immaculate suit with an air of authority coming from him in waves.
“Director Koslov,” Max says as he reaches a hand out to greet the man in charge of St. Monarch’s.
Director Koslov smiles at Max. “Mr. Levin, it’s always a pleasure to have you visit us.” His dark brown eyes flick to me. “Miss DuBois, my condolences for your loss. Your father was a good man.”
“Thank you,” I murmur, the smile I’ve perfected over the years on my face.
Director Koslov gestures toward a door. “This way, please.”
When we step inside the room, it looks like an infirmary. A man who seems to be a doctor greets us with a nod.
“Tracking implants?” he checks with Max, and when he nods, the doctor asks, “Where do you prefer I place the devices?”
Max thinks for a moment, then takes hold of my hand. “Behind her left ear.”
The doctor gestures at the nearest bed. “Please take a seat, Miss DuBois.”
I give Max a nervous glance as I climb onto the bed. The doctor takes hold of my hand and cleans the skin with an antiseptic wipe before picking up an injection.
The pinch is sharp as he pushes the needle beneath my skin, and a couple of seconds later, it’s done.