Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
She didn’t even know what she was saying anymore. All she could do was talk and hope to distract him.
Knox would come. Of that, she was certain. He would never allow her to be hurt. This was her Knox.
She stared at her opponent and waited, hoping he would take her words seriously. It no longer mattered. He was going to die. Knox was going to kill him. Even if he left and allowed her to live, Knox would hunt him down and kill him, because he dared raise a hand to her. He was going to die.
She only wondered if she would live long enough to see it.
****
“What’s the plan?” Marshal asked.
Knox was not used to anyone tagging along when he was on a mission. He knew he shouldn’t have brought him along, but he needed a distraction. Checking through the binoculars that used heat detector technology, he saw that Ava was tied to a chair. There was also another body crouched close to her.
Pulling the binoculars away, he looked around at the port. It had been a long time since he had to come to the damn ocean. There were no other boats or ships in dock. In fact, the port looked very badly set up. The wooden dock looked old, and the boards looked brittle. This was not what he wanted. Clearly, the guy was an amateur, even more so than he imagined.
“I need you to knock on that door,” Knox said.
“What?”
“Go knock on that door.”
“You’ve got to be joking. How do you expect me to not get shot?”
“You wanted to help. You insisted on coming.”
“Yeah, so that I was helpful, not to be shot at instantly,” Marshal said.
“Say you’re delivering a pizza.”
“I have never delivered a pizza in my life. I don’t even have a box.”
Knox pointed his gun at Marshal. “He doesn’t have a little peephole to see if you have a fucking pizza box. My woman is in that fucking place, and she could die with you acting like a coward. Do as you’re told, or I will shoot you in the face, do you understand?”
Marshal swallowed. “Fine. Fine. It’s a shit plan, but you’re the boss.”
Knox was close behind Marshal.
“What are you doing?” Marshal asked.
“I’m going to be the fucking pizza.” This is why he worked alone. What surprised him was how talkative Marshal was, and how nervous. Ava held herself together just a little more.
He crouched behind Marshal, staying out of the line of sight.
Marshal knocked on the door. “I’ve got a pizza delivery. Three pizzas, and there is one with pineapple. I must say, that is a good choice. I do love a little pineapple on pizza.”
“I didn’t order fucking pizza. Go away.”
“Sorry, no can do, this pizza is so delicious, and I’m not going anywhere until I get paid.”
Knox didn’t know if the man would answer, or if he would make Ava answer. The desire to just shoot him in the face was strong.
Suddenly the door opened, and it was his assailant. Knox reacted, shoving Marshal out of the way. His enemy had a gun, and he fired it, but Knox ignored the pain as the bullet hit his shoulder. He shoved at his assailant, taking him to the ground. Slamming his fist in the man’s face, he looked up to see Ava.
“I knew you’d come,” she said.
“Always.”
“Say goodbye,” his enemy said, and Knox hadn’t seen where the chair had been, as the latch suddenly opened up, and Ava, chained to a chair, fell through the floor, into the ocean below.
Knox grabbed the man’s throat, and they were rolling across the floor.
“Get Ava,” he said, seeing Marshal.
Marshal looked down at the water, but this time he didn’t hesitate but dived right in. Knox didn’t know if Marshal would be able to save Ava. He didn’t know how deep the water was, and Ava was chained to a chair.
Getting to his feet, he kicked out, and the man went flying across the room. “Who are you?” Knox asked.
“The name’s Dean,” he said, getting to his feet.
“Never heard of you.”
“Yeah, well, that doesn’t matter. I’ll be known as the one that killed the infamous Knox.” He charged at him, and Knox had already reached for his knife and sliced across the man’s body.
The shock on his face would have been funny, if not for the fact that the love of his life could be drowning.
“That’s for my house,” Knox said. “That’s for sending a man after my woman.” He sliced his knife again. “That’s for trying to distract me with bounty hunters. And this one is for Ava. I saw that bruise on her face.” He plunged the knife into the man’s eye, and then he pulled back, letting him fall to the ground. He was already dead. It didn’t fucking matter who he was.