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)
We step off the plane, and I can’t bring myself to smile at Nikolai and Abigail, who are waiting for us.
“Thank you for letting Cami visit while I take care of business.”
My friend smiles at me. “It’s our pleasure to have her.”
“I don’t have time to stay,” I inform him. “The sooner I get going, the sooner I’m back.”
He nods. “Go, brother. I’ll make sure nothing happens to Cami.”
I turn to face her and hate the worry in her eyes. She forces a brave smile to her face. “Don’t make me wait too long.”
I press a kiss to her mouth, then reply, “I won’t.”
Turning away from her, I walk back to the plane and climb the steps. At the door, I glance back at the woman I love before I disappear into the cabin.
I instruct the pilot to take off, and finding my seat, I strap the safety belt on. I pull my phone out of my pocket and quickly type a message for Cami before I turn off the device.
When I get back, I have a question to ask you.
After arriving in France, I went straight to Cami’s family home.
Philippe isn’t happy that I’m alone. The man is grumbling under his breath while he cleans the kitchen.
“How is she settling in? Is she doing better?” he asks, not even glancing my way.
“She’s happy, Philippe,” I assure him.
“Good,” he mutters, wiping his hands on a towel. “Thank you for taking care of her. She seems to really love you.”
“And I love her.” I pick up the glass of water and take a sip before saying. “I’m heading out. I’ll be back later.”
He just nods as I walk out of the kitchen. I’m dressed in my usual black suit, and as I leave the house, I grab my duffle bag I left in the foyer.
Roux’s property isn’t far from Cami’s family home.
After checking the company’s security, it was clear I wouldn’t be able to get into his company’s building. The security is fucking tight. So it’s left me with only two options. Either I take him out while he’s traveling, which wouldn’t make it personal like Cami requested, or I kill him at his house.
I’m going with the house option so I can take my time. Luckily Roux lives alone. Seems he learned his lesson after his fourth divorce.
I park the SUV a couple of miles away from Roux’s mansion, and picking up the duffle bag, I climb out of the vehicle.
It’s after eleven, and the street is empty as I walk the short distance to the corner property. Under cover of darkness, I throw the bag over the wall and hoisting myself up, I quickly jump over, landing in a crouched position.
I zip the bag open before pulling out my Heckler & Koch and attaching a silencer. Taking a KA-BAR and a holster out, I attach it to my belt before I zip the bag shut.
Rising to my feet, I leave the duffle bag by the wall and creep toward the back of the house.
The sliding doors are wide open, and the lights are on in the house. Living in a gated community makes people let down their guard. Because he lives in the same area as Cami, I’ve been able to time the guards’ schedule and know they’re not due to patrol the area for another thirty minutes.
I’m unsure which room Roux will be in, and as I slip through the doors, I quickly move to the wall and press my body against it. I stand still for a moment and listen for any movement.
Not hearing anything, I head through the living room and up the stairs.
Suddenly, Roux coughs, giving me an indication of where he is. Holding my gun ready, I move closer to the room he’s in, and when I appear in the doorway, he doesn’t even look up.
Dumb fuck.
I step inside, and he glances up, looks down at the paperwork he’s busy with, then glances up again. His eyes go wide as saucers, and he tries to scramble up from his chair but only manages to fall on his ass.
“Mr. Levin, wait. Wait!”
I lower the gun and shake my head at the man. “Fine, I’ll wait.”
He finally climbs to his feet, and shaking like a leaf, he wildly glances around the room. “I can pay you.”
I shake my head.
“It was business.”
I let out a sigh and step deeper into the room. “I’m glad you know why I’m here. It saves me the time of explaining.”
I take a good look at the man who killed Maurice, then say, “I’m here on behalf of Camille DuBois.”
His face is pale, all the blood drained from it.
“I can pay double whatever she’s paying you,” he tries to bargain for his life.
“Unfortunately, you can’t. I’m doing my fiancée a favor.”
“Oh God,” he whimpers.