Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
The moment she’s in our home, under our roof, I’m going to test my theory. And when I do, I’m going to listen to the pretty little toy sing for me. I’m going to make her scream, cry, and come, all over my fingers and tongue, and when she’s spent, I’m going to see how well she takes my cock.
My attention is caught by the map flickering with Crow’s location. He’s arrived at the house. He won’t be long. In, kill, out. When he gets home, all three of us will have our brand new toy, and I can’t wait to play.
CHAPTER SIX
HAWK
Pretty little girl.
My thoughts deter me from focusing on the road which is not a good idea. I head out to watch her every night. Falcon keeps watch on me, tracking me. Sometimes, I turn my phone off so he doesn’t know how long I spend outside her apartment.
At other times, I allow him to see through my eyes.
I’ve become accustomed to standing guard, waiting for the moment I’m ready to snatch her up. She’s ours. She has been for a long time. We waited until she didn’t have obligations. Her schooling is complete, and she’s old enough for us to capture and do with as we wish. It’s the perfect time to take her away.
When the map steers me back toward her place, I hit dial on Falcon’s number to ensure it’s not sending me the wrong way.
“She’s backtracking,” Falcon answers with a response to my unasked question. “Not sure why, but keep on her tail. You should see Cypher as well.”
“I don’t need backup,” I grunt in frustration. As much as I know Cypher helps with his underground connections, I don’t like the bastard. I don’t like anyone for that matter. Except for my brothers, they’re the only people I do trust. The only men I’ll ever kill for.
“Stop being a grumpy bastard.”
“Not my fault nobody can be trusted,” I throw back as I sit back and enjoy the ride. I can see her car in front of me. I’ve left two spaces between us, which means she won’t notice I’m right behind her until it’s too late.
Falcon sighs on the other end of the line, as he always does when I’m in a bad mood. “Fine. I’ll call him off, but don’t get lost inside your head.” He knows I tend to lose myself in memories. But with Lucy to watch, I don’t think I’ll find it too difficult to focus.
“I know how to do my job,” I inform him. When she takes a left toward her apartment block, I realize she’s going home. Which makes me wonder why she left in the first place. I pull into a parking spot when she steps up to the building. “She’s at the apartment,” I tell him.
“I wonder what made her run.” Falcon voices my thoughts exactly.
“Call Cypher off, and I’ll see you later,” I tell him and hang up before he can say anything more. There’s no need to continue a conversation, it will lead nowhere. I keep my gaze on the building before me. The moment the lights in her apartment flicker on, I sit back and wait.
It’s winter, which means it won’t be long before the sun is gone. I prefer working at night. The darkness allows me to move without being noticed. The little blonde moves around her apartment, and I’m thankful for the windows offering a glimpse into her life.
She’s alone, and in the dark, I can’t deny my craving for her is at an all-time high. I never thought a woman could make me feel like this, but Lucille does. Since we started watching her, I’ve become more than obsessed. The guys know it’s in my nature. My focus homes in, and I can’t stop my mind from running through scenarios, learning and researching our targets. But I think there’s something dark inside her and it calls to my own demons.
We’ve bumped into each other a few times. She can feel someone watching her, but she doesn’t know which shadow is real, and which is in her imagination. We’ve toyed with her, but it’s time to bring our Goldilocks home. The nickname came to me the first time I saw her.
But as beautiful as she is, as hard as she makes my cock, her father still ruined my life. Torturing her will be fun. Hearing her screams will only ensure my need for her grows, but I have no problem with the increasing desire for her, because I plan to have her. I want to taste every inch of her silky smooth flesh.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, but I don’t look at it. I know it’s Falcon. He can see I’m not moving. The tracking will show him I’m observing. I have to because kidnapping a woman isn’t easy. Not when there are outside factors which could play into this.