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)
This is why I don’t like up close and personal killings. They always piss themselves and try to make a deal. It’s not my style. A clean shot from a distance is so much better.
I planned on torturing him a little, but now that I’m face to face with the fucker, I just want to get the job over with so I can get back to Cami.
Needing one question answered, I ask, “Were you responsible for the attack on Camille’s penthouse?”
Shakily, he nods. “I can explain. Let’s talk like rational men. I’m sure we can make a deal that will benefit us both.”
Raising my arm, I aim the silencer at Roux. “Maurice was a good man, and you should’ve done your homework before killing him. You would’ve known not to make such a stupid mistake.”
“He was going t–”
I pull the trigger, burying a bullet in his throat. For a moment, I watch as he grabs at his neck while the blood spills from the hole, then I fire another shot right between his eyes.
I let out another sigh. “All this could’ve been avoided, but then I wouldn’t have Cami.” I walk closer to the body and fire another shot into the side of his head to ensure the fucker doesn’t miraculously survive.
With the job done, I leave the house the way I entered it and place my weapons back in the duffle bag. I toss the bag over the wall before hoisting myself over too.
When I return to the SUV, I start the engine and drive back to Cami’s house.
With this chapter closed, I now only have one thing left to do, and then I’ll be able to live my life with Cami in peace.
Well, as much peace as an assassin can have.
Chapter 38
Cami
I’m practically bouncing with excitement as I watch the plane land, and the moment it comes to a stop, I begin to walk closer.
It takes too long for the doors to open and the steps to be put in place, and when Max finally appears, I dart forward.
At the bottom of the steps, I plow into his chest and hug the living hell out of him. “God, I missed you so much.”
He lets out a chuckle as he lifts me against his body. “It was only a couple of days, baby. But I love the warm welcome.”
“Did everything go well?” Nikolai asks behind me.
The Vetrovs were the perfect hosts, and I got to know Abigail a little better. She’s not much younger than me, and I hope we can cultivate a friendship in the future.
Max pulls away from me to shake his friend’s hand while answering, “Yes, it was an easy hit.” He turns his gaze to me. “The target has been eliminated.”
A wave of emotion hits, and knowing Fabian Roux paid for what he did to us – for killing my father – there’s also a sense of justice I desperately needed.
There’s closure.
Max quickly pulls me back into his arms, and a second later, a sob escapes me. For the first time since my father passed away, I’m not crying because of grief but because of the intense relief.
“Thank you,” I whisper as I fight to regain control over my emotions.
Max peppers my hair with kisses and holds me tighter. “You’re welcome, baby.”
When I’ve calmed down, Nikolai asks, “Are you staying?”
Max shakes his head. “Unfortunately not. I have something important to take care of.”
While the men shake hands, I hurry to where I left my overnight bag and pick it up. As I walk back to Max, he takes the luggage from me.
“Once again, thank you for watching over Cami,” he says to Nikolai.
“Anytime, brother.”
“Thank you for having me,” I say with a smile. “Tell Abigail I’ll text her soon.”
“Will do,” Nikolai replies. “It’s a pity she had a dentist appointment and couldn’t be here to see you off.”
Max grips my hand in his and leads me up the steps. In the cabin, I take my seat while he places my luggage in a compartment before notifying the pilot to take off.
When Max sits down next to me, I grab hold of his jaw and kiss the ever-loving crap out of him. My man returns the kiss with the passion I’ve come to expect of him.
Pulling back, I ask, “What did you want to ask me?”
I’ve been dying to know. I have an idea what the question might be, but I don’t want to get my hopes up. He may just want to take me on a vacation.
“Wait until we’re in the air, then you can’t get off the plane,” he says.
My brow furrows. “Now you have me worried.”
So much for my guess.
Max links his fingers with mine and just stares at me as the plane takes off.
I wait.
And I wait some more.
When I can’t stand it any longer, I say, “Ask the question already.”