Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Fuck her tits were so plump and heavy in my hands, beading up every time I blew my breath on them. Hell, when I sucked them into my mouth I almost blew my load, at how sweet they were. Don’t get me started on her warm tight pussy. I was a goddamn cave man when I realized she was untouched, and I was the only one to claim her.
It doesn’t skip my attention that she left me alone in her house, which tells me as far as she is concerned, there is nothing here that could lead me to her. Thank fuck the tracer was already planted. “Speaking of,” I say to myself, reaching for my phone on the table. I pull up the app and the little dot shows she is headed to what looks like a restricted airfield and that has me jumping up and putting my clothes on. The tracer only works if she is in the U.S. If she leaves our airspace, I will lose her.
Panicking, I hit number three on my phone. “Go.” The voice on the other end says.
“She is headed to an airstrip. I sent you the coordinates. I need to know the plane she gets on if that plane has a flight plan. I need it an hour ago. She has a head start.”
“You got it. Give me ten.” He hangs up and I curse knowing ten minutes is too long. I am in my car when he calls back and crushes my soul. “No flight plan. I’m sorry. I do know it is planning an international voyage, only because the pilot is a known airspace violator in multiple countries. Once she leaves our airspace, she is gone.”
“Fuck!” I yell and throw my phone at my windshield. I watch as the glass splinters from the center and spreads out, mimicking my heart at this moment. Bzzz. My phone buzzes once more. I lean down, and pick it up from its place on the floor, ignoring the shattered screen.
“What!”
“Boss, I think you need to hear this.” My phone beeps alerting me to an incoming file. Hanging up I play it. I know the translation function on my line is working because it is clear the conversation I am listening to is in Russian.
“Did you give her the information?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Once she has been eradicated, you will get your family back. There better not be any hiccups, Hiram. Your daughter and wife would be a nice addition to my collection of girls.”
Listening to a voice I know is Ruslan Bobovich, threatening the man I also know is my Angel's tech guy, my blood begins to rise. I can feel it turning cold, brittle, and ice. I know they are talking about my woman. Hiram set her up and she is walking or flying rather, into an ambush. The thought of something happening to her, makes my gut hurt. I can barely fucking see. My vision is getting blurry with a mixture of panic and rage.
Hitting the number three on my phone I turn on my car and drive, breaking every speed limit heading toward my place. “Boss.” He sounds confused wondering why I am calling him again.
“I just sent you a file. I need to know where he is working from. His signal is going to jump in Europe. Pinpoint it. Send it to me. I am headed to the jet.” Hanging up, I call my supervisor. He has been calling my phone for the last twelve hours, but she is always going to come first.
“Debrieze, where the hell have you been? I have been trying to reach you all damn day.”
“I am aware sir. I was following up on a lead.”
“Was it in a third world country where your phone didn’t work?” Shit. When he gets sarcastic he is pissed.
“No sir. I was in and out of dead zones. Actually, the lead is taking me out of town for the next week or so.” Seconds tick by with nothing but silence and I know I should feel nervous, but right now, I can’t give two shits. Finally after about a minute, he clears his throat.
“Is there something I should know, Agent Callum?” Now would be the time to tell him everything but I can’t. I have to see this through to the end, with all of my pieces close to my chest. It is the only way to ensure the life we are going to have. So, I lie.
“Not as of this moment, sir.” Once again silence.
“Very well. I trust you will tell me the minute you get something.”
“Yes, sir.” He hangs up right as I pull up to the family jet. I don’t bother going home to get clothes. I am the only one to use it and I always keep a change of clothes inside of the bedroom.