Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
“Yeah, Lyon. I don’t wanna be here any longer than I have to. My little man’s gonna start missing his daddy.” Fucking Law thinks he’s the only one to ever share his seed with a woman. Dumb fuck is so kid stupid I’m not sure how the hell to tell him that right now all that kid cares about is the tit and since he don’t have any….
“Listen, we’ve all been there right. Let’s just work with the kid. Don’t approach his woman without his say-so.”
“His woman! I don’t know much about the kid, but if what Mancini says is true, then he’s got a lot of work on his hands if she’s for him.”
“You’re right, Connor, but it looks like as of a few hours ago he’s one of ours, and if he’s chosen her, then she is now too. And which one of us hasn’t had to deal with some dark shit in our woman’s past?”
My comment seemed to bring the room down a bit as each man recalled just what the hell they’d had to deal with when it came to their women. I know my own story with Kat, and though it may not be as horrible as this Roxy kid’s, it was bad enough. And like I said, she’s one of us now, and we take care of our own.
“Since we know the deal, we’ll help him through, though none of our women can kick our ass. I think she can take him.” The conversation grew light for a second after Connor’s comment as we reminisced about the way she’d flung the doc across the room with one hand to the throat. Jason joined us not long after looking a bit sheepish at the way he’d gone wolfhound on our asses in the kitchen, and another round of teasing began.
“Where is she?”
“She’s tired. I took her back up to bed. So, what’s the plan?” I went with my gut since everyone was looking at me for the answer. “We’ll follow your lead on this one kid, so what will it be?” He seemed surprised at my offer, but as a man, I know how that shit feels when it involves your woman. It doesn’t matter how new that feeling of ownership is, that shit digs in deep from the get.
If anyone had tried to stand in my way when I was going after Kat’s fine ass, there’d have been bloodshed and missing body parts all over the place. I’m not fucking with that shit. The kid proved that he knew what the fuck was up with his next statement too, which went a long way to reassuring me that he knew what the hell he was doing.
“First, I’m gonna let her try her little escape plan, which should be in another five or ten minutes or so. Then, I’m gonna knock her out again and get her on the plane. You should maybe get the pilot ready to go in the next few. She won't’ be out for long, so we have to move fast.”
We all looked at our watches and realized that some time had passed since we landed the night before. More than enough for us to head back. “How sure are you that she’s gonna try to make a run…?” The words were barely out of my mouth when something on the kid went off with a beeping sound. Fucker tagged her already.
“I’ll be right back.” He sailed out of the room or glided or some fuck because it didn’t look like he was running.
“How the fuck did he do that so fast? It took Simon forever to get my shit ready for Jess.” Creed asked the question we were all wondering about.
“He had to have had it on him whatever it is, fucker is loud.”
“Yeah, gotta ask him about that one.” Logan looked down at his watch, where his alarm for his woman most likely was.
“If he survives.” I snickered when I heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh coming from outside. Every one of us jumped to our feet and headed to the nearest window.
“Oh shit, is she flying through the air?” Tyler stuck his face against the glass like a kid outside of FAO Schwarz around the holidays while the rest of us looked on in awe. It was obvious that the kid was playing defense and trying his best not to hit back, but his girl wasn’t pulling any punches, she was straight up trying to kill his ass. I’m impressed.
“Roxanna, stop before you hurt yourself.” This fuck, smooth as fucking butter. The men in the room grinned at each other. How many times have we had to say that same shit to our women? It’s been a while since I saw one of these fools being led around by their ass, and this promised to be more fun than usual, what with her being a trained killer and all.