Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Then I spotted two men watching her and Marco. That damn curiosity had me following them to the back of the building, and when I saw the guns, I knew I had to do something. The second they came back out with Kelly and Marco and I saw them trying to force them into the SUV, I struck.
Literally.
I hit my target, but there were two of them. Why I bought a metal bar to a gunfight, I have no freaking clue. It’s what got me kidnapped right along with them.
“She stays put,” Maxim responds, pulling out his phone.
I plop down onto the sofa as Kelly and Marco collect their things and leave with Luke. Maxim talks in a hushed voice on the phone, never letting me out of his sight.
Deciding it’s easier to do what he says, I sit back and bide my time. He can only watch me for so long. Then I’ll do what I do best and disappear. It will be as if I was never here to begin with.
It’s better that way. Not only for me but for everyone else too.
Chapter Two
MAXIM
“How long before your team arrives?” I ask the fed on the other end of the phone.
“Twenty minutes. Did you manage to leave anyone alive?”
I glance over at the little firecracker on the couch who is pretending not to listen to my conversation.
“Nope,” I say, knowing damn well I’m not about to give them anything extra. I already did their fucking jobs for them. I’m not going to gift wrap it too.
“Jesus, Maxim, could you do one mission for us where we’ve got a suspect we can prosecute?”
“Why?” I ask, genuinely confused. “The guys are off the street. The operation is shut down. Case closed.”
My lead contact with the Federal Bureau of Investigation sighs dramatically, and I want to roll my eyes. “It’s a little something called due process.”
“Yeah, due to his process of running drugs and girls, he got shot.” Rue looks up at me when I say this, but I don’t have an apology for it. It’s the truth. Play stupid games and win stupid prizes. Vince Sledge was no exception. “You got the recording I sent you earlier?”
“Yeah, we got it. It’s enough to seize his assets and prosecute his known associates.” Even the fed has to admit it’s a win for the good guys. Although I’m not sure I’d ever mistake myself for one of those.
“Good. Then I’ll be in touch.” I go to hang up, but he stops me.
“Wait. You need to stay there. I’m going to need a statement from you.”
“Nah.” I can hear his protests through the other end of the phone as I end the call and tuck my phone in my pocket.
Barbra is one of his informants, and she’s been undercover in this building for years. She can answer all his stupid fucking questions. They hire me to do the dirty shit they can’t, and we both know it. Part of them hiring me means I don’t have to answer to them. I do the job and get the fuck out. The end.
“All right, firecracker, it’s time to go,” I tell her and reach into my back pocket to take out what I need.
“What? Go where?” She’s confused as I walk over and kneel down on the floor in front of where she’s seated.
“The feds are on their way.”
“What are you doing?”
Reaching out, I snag her bare ankle and pull it towards me.
“Hey, get your hands off me.”
“I’m guessing a girl like you doesn’t want to be around when they start asking questions.” She tries to tug her ankle away, but I’m too quick. Before she can move, I’ve got the tracker on her and locked into place. I let go of her the same time she yanks it away, and she knocks it against the couch.
“You can’t do this. Get this thing off me.” She tries to pull it off and then starts messing with the lock.
“Time is ticking, firecracker. Get your little ass in gear.”
“The size of my ass is none of your concern. Get your hands off me!” She squeals as I easily lift her off the couch.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“If the hard way is me punching you in the dick, then let’s dance, copper.”
If I wasn’t in a hurry, I might laugh at the way she glances at my crotch. “Damn. It’s too bad that was the easy way.” At her look of confusion, I grab her around the waist and throw her over my shoulder.
“Put me down! Kidnapping is illegal!”
“So is murder, but you didn’t seem to mind that.”
“Good point,” she mumbles, more to herself, as the elevator doors open. “But you can’t put an ankle monitor on me like I’m some kind of criminal.”