Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
God, please put him in his place—beside me, his arms around me. If what he feels for me is just a hero complex, I’m finding I’m completely okay with that now. Sure, it’s mostly because I am one at the moment, but I’ve been without him and what we had is something I’ve missed every day since I left.
“We’ll go to one of those all-night chapels in Vegas and fax the wedding certificate to your father. The money will be deposited in my bank, and I can meet with Ivan and pay the fucker off. Then, we’re home free, babe. Our fathers are already making moves to make sure Marcos pays for everything he’s done to my family and yours.”
Shit. That doesn’t sound good. I need to get rid of this asshole so I can call Marco and then find a way out of here. I look at Zervas to find he’s studying me again. I know I probably didn’t hide the emotion on my face right then. The ideal of someone hurting Marco is terrifying. Zervas tightens his hold on me, and I know I have to do something quick.
Desperate times call for desperate measures—or whatever that old saying is. I bring my hands up to put them on each side of his face and plant my lips on his. I fight down my revulsion—this is even harder than I thought it was going to be. Then, I try to think of anything sweet, kittens, puppies, baby ducks—anything—as I slide my tongue along his. Unfortunately, as his tongue surges into my mouth, everything hits me as wrong. His breath, the rough feel of his tongue, the way his hands feel against my neck where he’s moved them. Seriously, how can a man’s hands feel so smooth. Has he never done anything in his life? Marco’s hands are the perfect blend of soft and hard. His smell is like the rugged outdoors and his taste even better. When this asshole actually bites my tongue. Who does that? How does anyone think that’s appealing? He bites it hard, too. It’s like he’s trying to draw blood. I move my hands to his chest and pull away.
“Damn, Hel. You can kiss,” he practically purrs.
“Hands off the merchandise until I’m sure you’re going to help me get revenge and everything is in place,” I tell him, with what I hope is a sexy grin and not revulsion.
“Now, I got to go take care of business so we can get back on the road.”
“Sounds good. I’m definitely looking forward to the honeymoon part of the plan,” he says. “So, get a move on.”
I nod, the fake smile still plastered on my face. “You go get our snacks. We need to keep our energy up for the honeymoon,” I respond, praying he’ll do that because if he stays in here with me, I’ll never get the chance to call Marco.”
“Don’t worry, babe. I can go all night. I’ll make sure my girl is fed, though,” he turns and exits the room.
I quickly look around the room, doing this while digging the phone out of my bra. My hands are trembling as I look for a way to get out of here. There’s no windows. In the movies they use air vents all the time. Let me tell you right now, real life is not like the movies. You couldn’t fit a dog in the small air vent in the ceiling.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
It takes me two tries to call Marco. It seems like forever before it actually connects and the whole time all I can think is this call would be quicker if Marco and I were in the same area code. God, I need to get back to Greece. If I was there, I’d be by Marco’s side. I wouldn’t even need a phone.
“If you hurt my woman I will gut you—”
Woah. Marco apparently knows the number calling him and he knows Zervas has kidnapped me. I don’t know how he knows but right now, I don’t care.
“Honey,” I whisper, and I try to hold it together, but just hearing his voice has the tears burning my eyes and sliding down my face.
“Ena,” he groans. “Are you okay, baby? Where are you?”
“I’m not okay,” I tell him falling to the floor. I’m in a bathroom about an hour outside of Vegas. Zervas is outside waiting. I was hoping to escape but there’s no windows and there’s no freaking air vents. The movies have it all wrong. There’s no way to leave the room that he won’t see me,” I get the words out, but the words are broken by sniffing and hiccups and just altogether fear.
“It’s going to be okay, Ena. I will be there. I just need you to keep your head and do as I tell you. Can you do that for me, baby?”