Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
I half expect Badass to talk him down a little, but instead he just nods, his hand resting on the grip of the gun in his belt. The way the guys treat me, it can be easy to forget that they're also deadly. But there's no doubt about that now, with the cold hardness in their eyes.
"He was talking with Crusher before I was brought out, too." The memory comes back to me in a flash.
"And you didn't think to mention it after he showed up at the Roost that night?" Quickshot glares at me.
"How am I supposed to know who’s important or not? I saw a whole lot of people and I had other things on my mind. I didn't think there might be something more about him until I saw this picture." I glare right back.
Surprisingly, Quickshot is the one to back down. "You're right. Sorry. Fuck. It's just, if we'd connected the fucking dots earlier, we could've been done with this shit already. It's not your fault."
"So how about it?" asks Badass, putting his meaty fists onto Eagle-eye's desk and leaning over it. "Is it time?"
Eagle-eye's brows tighten. Even with Badass's massive form hovering over the desk at him, he doesn't look bothered at all. Miriam looks worried, but she stands behind Eagle-eye, waiting to hear his decision.
Faith comes over and puts her arm around me. “Worried?”
I nod.
“It’ll be okay. You’re one of us now. You and your sister both.”
“Church in an hour, pass word to everyone who can get here. If they think they can slither around in the muck and not catch our attention, they’ve got another think coming. Now get the fuck out of here so I can make some calls.”
31
ANIMAL
Fuck, finally. Something's going to fucking happen, and I'm going to personally make sure Crusher has a very sudden and unpleasant encounter with my fist.
That is if I don't fucking blow his head off first. Can't punch what's not there.
"What do we do now?" Natalie looks up at me, craning her head backwards. We're sitting on my bed, her between my legs, facing out with my arms around her, keeping her close. My hands drift regularly to stroke the sides of her tits, and it takes just a little longer each time before she bats them away. "Wait? I'm not good at just waiting. Too much jittery energy."
"Only fucking natural," says Badass, who's sitting right across from her. "I'm like that before every fucking raid, and it's been a few over the years. Here." He takes her hand and places it on his chest so she can feel his heart beating. Mine is too, but fuck if I know whether it's the pre-raid jitters or just her.
Jesus, who'd have thought she'd be the girl to run off with my fucking heart when I bought her.
"How do you deal with it?" She looks between us, leaving her hand there even after he takes his away. Her fingers stroke in little circles, exploring his chest.
"Honestly?" Quickshot eases back in his chair and spreads his legs a little. "Jerk off. I need that post-nut clarity to keep my gun hand steady."
Natalie looks at him like she's waiting for him to laugh. He doesn't oblige, 'cause he's dead fucking serious.
"Freeze, flight, fight or fuck, right?" I lean in and whisper into her ear. "I’m a big fan of fuck. How about it? We'll make you feel so fucking good, you'll forget all about your stress."
"That’s stupid. You just want to have sex."
That’s not a no.
"Every fucking day, all the fucking time, baby girl. You heard what we said in there. What do you expect?"
She freezes, then swallows deeply. "I didn’t know if that was just to get his cooperation." There's a catch in her voice.
I kiss her neck, right behind her ear. Hasn't she figured out that we're fucking crazy for her yet? You'd think that be fucking obvious by now. "Not a fucking chance. Do you think we'd be doing all this shit for someone we didn't care about?"
Badass nods as he leans forwards and puts his hands on her thighs. "This stopped being a deal a long fucking time ago. We're not letting you fucking go, honey. Our claim on you has nothing to do with the fucking money."
"Oh. I mean, I know there’s something here, but—"
"You don't feel it?" Quickshot's voice is full of tension. "We're ready to go to fucking war for you, babe. And we're going to get Sandra safe outta there. You read me? We're doing that no matter fucking what, but if you're not feeling it…"
"No! I mean, yes! God, of course I do. I just—I don't know how we'll make this all work. While I'm here, everything's all good and fun and crazy and… Jesus, I had sex in freaking public while Badass fucked me in the ass!" We all chuckle at that. She's got to be fucking amped up if she's talking like that. "But that's not really what I'm like, and when you guys are done with the Unwanted and don't need me anymore, when I'm back to being an unemployed baker's apprentice who's struggling to make rent and take care of her little sister, then—"