Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
God, not to mention all the guards, the housekeepers, and the workers at the warehouses.
I’m going to find the traitor and kill him myself.
Knight crouches beside me and places his hand on my knee. “We’ll find the fucker soon. In the meantime, the yacht is ready.”
“Right.” I shake my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts as I climb to my feet.
Knight straightens up, his eyes glued to my face.
“Santiago mentioned you know mercenaries,” I say while I start to walk toward the door.
“I do. How many do you need?”
“All of them,” I reply. “There’s no way I’m losing this fight.”
Chapter 17
KNIGHT
Cassia only took ten minutes to pack a bag for the trip and hug Marina goodbye.
As we walk toward the tunnel, where the yacht is docked in an underground harbor, I can feel the worry come off Cassia in waves, and her eyes are black as night.
“We’ll get through this,” I assure her.
“I know,” she mutters.
Reaching the stairs, we take them down to the tunnel, and I keep quiet as we board the yacht.
While Cassia greets the captain, I quickly walk through the vessel to make sure everything is in order.
Reaching the deck where there’s a seating area, I find Cassia standing with her arms wrapped around herself.
The yacht starts to move as I join her, and we stare ahead as the vessel is steered out of the tunnel and into the open sea.
After a few minutes, I pull my phone out of my pocket while I take a seat and start to send out messages to everyone I know.
“I thought you didn’t have friends,” Cassia suddenly murmurs.
“I don’t.” Not in the true sense.
Not anymore.
Santiago pops into my mind.
“I have one,” I correct myself. “Santiago.”
“And the men you’re contacting?” she asks.
“People I’ve served with or met along the way.”
“Can we trust them?”
I nod. “As long as they’re paid well, they’ll fight for you.” Her teeth tug at her bottom lip, and it has me asking, “Is money a problem?”
I’ve saved up a few million from all the jobs I’ve helped Santiago with.
The thought jars me, but before I can try to figure out why I’m willing to part with millions of dollars for this woman, Cassia says, “Money isn’t a problem. I’ll pay them double their asking price to ensure they remain loyal to me. Half up front and half when I’m sitting on the throne and the traitor is dead at my feet.”
My eyes lock on Cassia, and I take the anger tightening her features as a good sign. Anger is the best fuel for revenge, whereas grief only drains your energy.
Nodding, I get back to work sending out texts, and one by one, the affirmative replies come in.
When I’m done sending all the messages, I lift my head and look at Cassia, where she’s still standing and staring out over the ocean.
The wind has her dress flapping around her legs, and her hair is blowing behind her.
Right now, she’s fucking breathtaking, and I’m unable to tear my eyes away from her as my phone continues to vibrate with the replies coming in.
I drink in the sight of her high cheekbones, her full lips, and slender neck. My eyes move lower to the sexy as fuck cleavage and the curves of her breasts.
She has hips I want to hold onto while she rides me.
My teeth scrape over my bottom lip as my gaze stops on her ass.
Yeah, I’d pay millions to…
My thoughts come to a screeching halt when I realize that I’m busy fucking drooling over Cassia.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Lifting my right leg, I rest my ankle on my left thigh in an attempt to hide my hard-on should Cassia look at me.
She gasps, and her features tighten with sorrow. “I forgot Eleni’s birthday.” Turning her head, she glances at me. “It was last Tuesday. We would’ve had a party on Friday.” Her eyes widen. “Jesus. I didn’t send out cancellations. What if the guests didn’t know about the attack? What if–”
“Cassia, you were in a fucking coma last week,” I remind her.
She shakes her head again, and it has me standing up and closing the distance between us while saying, “You have bigger things to worry about than a missed birthday party.”
Her eyebrows draw together, and she looks so fucking vulnerable as she says, “Yes, but it’s easier to send out apologies than to start a war with the bastard who betrayed us.” Her breathing speeds up and tears well in her eyes. “I don’t know what to do! How…How…”
Grabbing hold of her, I yank her against my chest and wrap my arms tightly around her. With my mouth near her ear, I say, “You’re going to check on the survivors in Chile. The army you’ve hired will meet you there. We’ll form a plan and go to Athens to take back what’s yours. That’s what you have to do. Got it?”