Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
"Don't start that shit again." I pulled her arms from around my neck and turned to walk away. We'd already had this argument last night before we left to come here. In fact, it was because of this very thing that I'd been hiding out from Mengele and her nosy ass. Kid's always in my shit.
My little sneak caught up and lifted my arm and put it around her shoulder to walk in step next to me. I braced myself for whatever the fuck she was going to zing me with next, but she kept her lips sealed. That didn't make me feel much better.
Mancini
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"Cierra put it away. I thought I told you to take a nap?" I'd put her to bed almost an hour ago because if I didn't stay on top of her, she'd forget to rest and eat, always lost in her work. She had papers spread out all over the bed as she sat back against a mountain of pillows.
I stood in the doorway and just watched her. Sometimes, like now, it hits me in the gut just how lucky I am to have found her, or more to the point the fact that she'd caught me. She's changed the landscape of my life completely and now to add icing to the cake, she's carrying my child.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night just to look at her, to watch her sleep. As someone who never paid close attention to relationships before I'm still picking my way through this new terrain, but I have to say that nothing that came before has ever been as exciting, and that's saying a lot with the shit I get up to.
As usual for her, when we're home alone like this, she wore nothing more than one of my white dress shirts and a pair of socks. It's become her uniform these days since her tummy got too big to fit into anything else comfortably. Or sometimes she'd stuff herself into a pair of my sweats. No matter what, I've never seen anything as sexy as her right now.
Pregnancy has made her even more adorable, and I still find it hard to keep my hands off of her. I walked over and dropped down on the bed beside her and took the sheaf of papers from her hand. "Come!" I propped myself up beside her, ignoring her pout, and she scooted over under the arm I held up to make room for her.
"What's this now? Didn't you already take leave?" I looked down at the letterhead on the papers she'd been reading. Fucking FEDs, they act like they can't spare her for a month or two. I know her asshole boss is just trying to get under my skin, but he just might be biting off more than he can chew. I have no problem fucking his shit up if he pushes me too far.
We've come to a sort of understanding he and I, once he got over his snit when he had to remove my name from the most wanted list. Back then, he'd made threats against my wife to take her job. I wouldn't have minded her leaving, but that shit has to be on her terms, not some overpaid dick in a two-dollar suit who doesn't know his head from his ass.
I went around him, way over his head, and got that shit straightened out once and for all. Only for her would I give up the cat and mouse game I'd been enjoying with them for years. Now the fucking law enforcement agencies of the world are trying to get on my good side, sending out feelers and shit. As if!
"It's nothing, just this perp that's been on the most wanted list for the last ten years. No one's been able to ferret him out thus far, and the boss wants me to take a crack at it."
"You're on leave, remember?" Looks like I'm gonna have to pay another visit to the local field office.
Or maybe I should let mom have a go at them. She's very protective of her first grandchild; one word and she'd have their asses swinging. Worse yet if she gets her brother involved. Uncle Mallory likes fucking with the law even more than I do.
"I know I'm on leave; I'm not really working, just looking over some stuff, I was bored. What were you doing? You promised to keep me company." Out came the pout again. I turned my head, and my eyes fell on the board games she had piled up on the night table.
For the past week or so since I browbeat her into putting in for maternal leave, we've been playing every damn game they had on offer in the kiddie store. She seemed to be under the assumption that if she had to take time off from work, so did I. Not that I'd have it any other way, but I know for a fact that her ass hasn't been sitting still.