Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“Okay.” He scoops me up in his arms and carries me twenty feet to the back of the ambulance. “I can walk, you know.”
“That’s true, but I love holding you as often as I can.” He brushes his lips against mine and then sits me inside the vehicle. “Please check her out.”
“Yes, sir.” It takes about ten minutes, but after seeing a rough bruise on my face and arm, they rule that there is nothing wrong with me and let me go.
“Now, let’s speak with your parents before we can go home so that I can correct some of the thinking going on in that pretty head of yours.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The weight of the conversation doesn’t need to be had right now.
“No?”
“I don’t.”
“Sweetheart,” my mom calls out, throwing her arms around me and sobbing. “Let me see you.” She checks me over, her nursing and motherly instincts kicking into full gear.
“Mom, I’m fine. I promise.”
“I don’t care.” She hugs me so tightly I choke.
“Mrs. Krieger, she can’t breathe.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart. Let’s go inside and we can have something to eat. I was cooking when your father disappeared.” We lock arms, and Sawyer follows behind.
Chapter Ten
Sawyer
We enter her parents’ home, but the tension is still rolling off me. From the moment I realized that she fled the building to the moment I knew that pond fucking scum had his filthy paws on my beloved, my adrenaline was on kill mode. The only thing holding back the psycho in me was the reality of our future together. Life in prison would ruin everything.
“Well, is there something you wanted to say to us?”
“Mom, Dad—Sawyer asked to marry me.”
“About time,” her father says, shaking my hand. “So are your bodyguards going to back off now?” he questions.
“Bodyguards?” she asks, tilting her head and staring up at me.
“Nope. They’ll be watching when I’m working.”
“How many bodyguards?” she questions, pressing her finger into my chest. I want to bite it and hear her whimper, knowing her pussy would start flooding.
“As many as it takes to keep you safe. Normally, it’s three.”
“Three? That’s a lot.”
“Apparently not enough,” her father grumbles, pointing at the fucking bruise on her arm that tears at my heart. The damn marks shouldn’t be tarnishing her fair skin.
“It won’t happen again,” I grumble.
“Enough of the heavy. Let’s eat lunch before my shift starts,” her mother says. I’ve always liked her, even if she’d let Jilly Bean date at sixteen. Granted, my men and I never let that come to fruition, however, it was an option.
We eat, and they mention the wedding date. “Next week.”
Jillian’s head whips toward me so fast, she’s going to need the medics again. “What?”
“Yes. Like you said—we’ve wasted too much time already, so what’s there to lose? Besides, I’ve had most of it laid out and if you had stayed in the office, we would have filled out the information for the marriage license and gone over my will.”
“What? I thought…”
“You thought what?”
She pushes away from the table. I reach out and take her hand. “No, don’t do that, Jillian. We have a problem; we need to talk it out. No running, and no fighting.”
“I thought you were having me sign a prenup.”
“Oh, so that’s where that bullshit with Frankie came from.”
“Look at me, and listen to me well. I’ve worked hard up until now to build a future for us. Without you, without us, there is no future. I don’t give a damn about the money if I don’t have you in my life, Jillian.”
“You mean that?”
“Of course I do. Money is the last thing I’d ever want to debate with you. Say you’ll marry me, Jillian.”
“I’ll marry you…next week.”
“Thank you.” I scoop her up in my arms and then wave her parents off. “Have a good one.”
“Don’t forget to call us and give us the details,” her mother shouts as we reach the front door. All I care about is getting her home and completely naked. Now that we’ve cleared up that misunderstanding, I have plans for my sweet woman that involve a lot of make-up sex and then maybe some just plain old-fashioned celebratory sex.
I sit her in the passenger seat and drive, a bit perturbed that I sent my men home in a vehicle together instead of having them wait for me. There’s no chance to properly seduce her. We’ll have to wait until we cross the motherfucking threshold before I get my hands under her skirt.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault that Johnson’s a fucking animal.”
“I was talking about running away.”
“Yeah, I suppose I should have told you why I wanted Thorne there. After all, what else would engaged couples need a lawyer for while prepping for a wedding?”
“Exactly. That’s what Cynthia said.”
“What? She’s lucky she’s quitting or I’d fire her.”